day 256

Take your meds!!!

Ok, here's the deal. It enters the hospital, I clean house, thinking, It's outta the way, Stoney deserves a clean environment. It gets outta the hospital, place falls apart. Clothes pouring outta closets, pick your daily clothing from the pile on the floor, toilet overflowing. last night, half inch of water on the bathroom floor, I mop it up with towels, It stands, raging, screaming about getting a court order (lovely words to utter in the presence of your son n'est pas?). Guess that was Its way of thanking me for cleaning up Its mess. Why did I intervene? It left the water to seep into the floor...yes...take a minute to let that one sink (ouch) in. Moron was gonna let the floor get ruined because It's psycho. THEN scream @ the wrong party. Now, again, think: THIS is Its behavior when It's ON medications. PLEASE go back into the hospital.

St.Francis this am, first "shirt off" run. Felt soooooo nice to run in only shorts.

Spoke with brotherfromanothermother. Told him he didn't sound different, though he must be adjusting to sharing his living space. Turns out Fran knows them, through one degree of seperation.