Sick & Tired

So if I didn't mention it yesterday, Magni had a piss-a-thon in the house yesterday when I woke up. I got up at 12:30 which is half an hour after my father left for work and had to mop half of the floor. So when he got home I addressed it to him and he started a bitchfest that he only pisses in the house because I sleep too late. Seriously? I sleep too long and it makes the dog piss himself? What about the days that I'm not home is it because I'm not there? So he keeps reiterating his point about me sleeping too late and his dog will stop pissing if I tend to him. Asshole starts up with how he feeds them and lets them out every morning and I don't. Yet every night he watches shitty television and will not stand up to take the dogs out and it is my job and I don't say anything to him about it. He's two fucking years old he should know how to go to the bathroom outside and I was literally yelling last night at him that his point was irrelevant. So later he finally comes out with "I guess Magni will go in his cage when I leave for work." I went to Checker's for lunch yesterday and had $44 in my wallet which wasn't enough to pay for lunch without breaking a 20 so I just put it on my debit card and life goes on. So I go to the music store with Cynthia today to pick up some strings and there's only $40 in my wallet. The only time I left sight of my room last night was to let the dogs out so now I'm really wondering does he actually have the nerve to come in while I'm outside and go through my wallet? The answer is obviously yes. I've racked my brain to figure out if it could have went anywhere else but I've went nowhere in between yesterday and now. How petty do you have to be to take four dollars? He could have asked and I would have lent him whatever I had just to shut him up but I guess it's easier to just steal the money so he doesn't have to repay it. He hasn't done this to me in years. He used to steal money from me when Patricia was living with me and as soon as I mentioned it he'd blame her. When I delivered pizza and he had no job I'd come home with a bunch of ones from tips and he'd steal from me then and give me the money right back to buy him cigarettes. I'd ask him where he got the money and he'd say he was saving it up. When you don't have a job you don't just find dollar bills every week to buy cigarettes. I cannot fucking wait to get out of here.