back in the saddle

really hadda fight myself NOT to hit the road again, but, gots'ta repair.

Went to p/t again, this is getting tired, but gotta. The muscles appear to have tightened, REALLY tightened, so now, rather than the cold, it's heat therapy followed by deep tissue massage. Hurts like hell after, sore. Running's easier.

Had the bored meeting, then membership meeting. Really hate to wear out a point, but after The Big One, it's tough to get regrounded. These meetings seem so trivial. But it WAS a chance to again thank the peeps who were there @ 14 +. This run really is a ny thing, we made it a Queens thing.


***scroll down for pix of the shipwreck. You'll be left with the distinct feeling of "isn't this where the homeless live?/How can ANYONE live this way?" (remember, It cleans OTHER people's houses for $$$.

Now, the uninitiated will ask "why post these?" You need to know: It will critique everything, way beyond the usual spousal bitching, this is in the area of outright psychosis. Rip me a new one for everything-mostly imagined, yet totally and completely neglect where you rest your head, while teaching religion and housecleaning for "profit." I.E. the other day It had guests over for dinner. The piles (use your imagination) in the dining room and living room were nowhere to be found, the guests under the impression that I'm Satan (to be expected). Of course, it never dawned on them to ask It what role It plays in all this, nor to scratch the surface and see the rest of Toxichouse where all the shit was haphazardly thrown-with total disregard to it's occupants. Could YOU do this to those with whom you live? So, if It's friends think I'm Satan, let the world now judge if our version of decor is appropriate.