day 1039

Turning back into a pumpkin!!! Had a GREAT afternoon/evening yesterday. Took the pm off to meet up with peeps, catch a flick (God Bless America, HILARIOUS. Bobcat Goldthwait-need I say more? @ The Sunshine Cinema no less. GREAT theater, cool staff, great munchies. Had the place practically to ourselves). But I digress. Hit Katz's deli for food (yummmm), then the flick. THEN, the Wall Street Run. Before the run, hooked up with Sal and Maria, hung, hooked up with Joe. The run? Too many overly competitive assholes who try to run you over, but as long as you forsake all hope of doing well, you're ok. Really people, get a grip. These Wall Street types just don't understand running at all. BUT, it IS a fun event. AND saw my nyrr peeps as well. Between my non running peeps, and then my nyrr guyz, really felt the love. Unfortunately, hadda go home. Sybil? m.i.a. Of course, with Stoney's SAT's on Saturday, It shirks all responsibility. So, he's sleeping on the couch. I come in @ 9:30, THEN he wakes up. Amazing. Turns into a bitch, typical. Disrespectful, a total asshole. Really miss having a son, especially when I see others as a family unit. It is what it is.

day 1038

:) The tradition continues!!! Among the "yearly/gotta do" races is tonights-the Wall Street run. For some reason I get a kick outta this one. Why? Don't really know. Is it the suits who get PISSED that the streets are closed off? Is it running by the WTC site? Is it the nausea I feel seeing tourists smile as their picture is taken near The Footprint? Is it the drawstring bags Siemens gives out? Dunno. All I know is I love this one. It IS inconvenient-my line is "If you can run after work, you didn't work." But hey, beats being @ Toxichouse.

day 1037

You really CAN'T make up stuff this good!!!!! Stoney, still being weird, but the edge is off. Got home, slept. Hmmmmm. God forbid you keep normal hours. Instead, take full advantage of a Mutha who does nothing to parent a child. So, he sleeps when he should be studying. THEN, goes out to smoke. When told his room reeks, responds "must be my clothes." Amazing. But, that wasn't the piece de resistance. Sybil gets home, informs me Hulk killed a cat. That, in and of itself is no biggie, he chases them in the backyard/they taunt him. Que paso? He got loose. Sybil (again) left the gate open. Useless. Absolutely useless. Best of all? It tried blaming Stoney. Told ya, can't accept responsibility for anything. Exacerbating it: blaming your son. Astonishing. At least It was quiet. Meanwhile.....Stoney smokes................. This am? Was prepared to gym it. When I left for the job, the "chance of showers" became a reality. Yet, got to the job, merely cloudy. NICE!!!!!Got my miles. My head's good!

day 1036

:( REALLLLY hurts!!!!! Ok, made it through the weekend. Mostly in one piece. Got my miles, Sybil? Behaving. Stoney-off the HOOK!!! Yesterday, Sybil goes the extra mile and caters His Majesty's dinner-asked what he wanted, then made bbq for 1. Bastard really doesn't know how good he's got it. He takes his plate to the living room, where I'm watching tv, proceeds to change the channel. Rude motherfucker. I challenge him, his response? Goes off on the tv in the bedroom, how I never let anyone watch it.....of course YOU remember for 3 years no one made the bed, thus removing the remote results in loss of bedroom as a hang out room. Of course, THAT factoid is nowhere to be found. He then proceeds to leave the house for the SECOND time to smoke. Sybil, does nothing. This am, I arise, he asks for lunch money. I inform him there's peanut butter and bread in the fridge. Spoiled motherfucker. He goes off BIG. I counter with: First Bank of Dad requires basic respect. Asshole. He flips, starts punching shit. Good. Break your hand. Sybil? Pleads for quiet, no support. Nice. I double back after hitting the job, he's STILL in bed. Sybil, on the couch. He's decided to sleep in since His Majesty's sleep was disrupted. Amazing. And you wonder why I told you I'm alone. Totally alone. His Royal Highness decides to sleep in, after disrespecting his father, after dissing his dad explaining how he's gonna tell his friends...................... ZERO respect. And, again, Sybil, on the couch. Nothing. This am? You BET your ass I got my miles. HOT as HELL, but after being repeatedly punched in the gut, was easy. Felt lovely to see my people. I am so alone.

day 1035

Yuuuuuuch!!!!! Jeeeez!!! Summer is here w/a vengeance. 90+ today. Waited until (for me) much later than usual to run. Then again, I used to do spin class Mondays. Now, gotta get miles. Waited until 2+ hours later than usual. Fatal error. BUT, I made it. Saw some peeps, not many, though my walkers were out. Then, off to NYC. Hadda avoid Toxichouse @ all costs. With Stoney behaving like a bitch, I needed to get the fuck out. Did ok, caught a double feature @ the IFC, walked around Manhattan, did well. A pleasant day. Sucks that now Sybil is behaving (allows It to go to the beach and ignore its son), thus Stoney has to be a twat. Oh well. Great Memorial day weekend! ...shoot me now...

day 1034

Beat the alternatives! Woke up, what do I find in the bathroom garbage? A Q-tip with weed residue. FUCK. Of course, when I called Sybil It didn't pick up Its phone. FUCK. Single parenting SUCKS! Did the Long Beach 10m. First 8 were in the RAIN!!!! STILL preferable to spending one more fucking second with Stoney or Sybil. Fed up with both. What slays me is: he has the disrespect to leave evidence in MY house!!!!!!! And It? useless, totally useless. In a week Stoney has the SAT's. Fat fucking chance it'll do him any good! I've never felt so totally alone. I get home, with Sybil present, confront him. His response? He refers to testifying against me for the allegations Sybil put in his head. Great. Can't wait 'til he gets arrested.

day 1033

SUCKED, but... At least I was out there. Did the Runday 5k down the block. Famous for the clubs that USED to do it. But alas, no mo'. They're gone, and selfish. Fuck 'em. I was there. Ran like SHIT. BUT, I was there. WAS terrific seeing the Long Island peeps. REALLY feeling my knees/age, but hey, knowing you're not gonna win takes alotta pressure off. AND, today's run is always hottttttt. Manana, more pain. 10m, flat, but punishingly hot. Stoney? Elected to go to the movies w/his peeps. Sybil? Sat in the back tanning. Right. Skin cancer AND tanning. And yes, the clippings are STILL on the ground. Real pride in the home.