Apparently my step brother went to landlord's house for a visit. here's how it went:
"How do you know where I live?"
"Your daughter told me"
"Well, I'm going to bed right now"
then he slammed the door in my brother's face. hmm. I am feeling more and more like it is a blessing that I will be moving at the end of my lease. I don't think I want the kind of people that they are turning out to be in my life, even if they are a fringe element.
on a happy note, I got to play with sand paper and wood putty today (damn desk snagged my nylons AGAIN!). I feel content.