Another Long Day

Jesse *still* has his "posse" in my house--god, I can't believe how fucking pissed I am. And it's just getting worse--had my bp checked at 140/100; not so good, eh? It did come down slightly but it's getting *bad* for me. I know this stress is shortening my life, I just know it. I am getting far too angry, yet Mom wants me to wait until my attourney can help formulate a paln of action. Which is only sensible, I know.