what a morning!!!
spent a DEPRESSING evening last night @ Toxichouse. Keith @ his brotherfromanothermother's house for the weekend-@ Casatoxica we don't have weekend activites remember? Usually it's a time of peace and solitude, but this sucked big time. Had a blast @ the 5k, then, was filled with memories of youth. My mom breaking her chops to hold down the fort, always managed to take us on trips. My memories are filled with them. What memories will Keith have? A Shebitch who could not communicate other than yelling, first @ his Father then when all else failed directing her anger @ him? Being left unattended for extended periods? Being yelled @ for several years that he should "learn to fend for himself?" A house that more closely resembles a slum, where Sybil picks her clothes for the day from one of numerous piles? Where sheets are changed monthly, if @ that? Funny though, when speaking with her groupies, words are sweet and loving. Hmmmm.
Did St.Francis-duh. Hadda. Arms are KILLING me-just HOW much hydrocortisone can one person use (thank G it's gratis). Drastically cut back on showering-easy there-only after running. My sole sweat inducing activity (get your mind out of the). Mr.Doctor put 2 + 2 together,l too many showers, using too many harsh towels. Duh. But it helps to hear it from someone NOT in your own head.
Spin? No spin? Depends. How many long sleeved shirts do I have?
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