day 310

whatthefuck???

Yesterday pm, hot, helping Shebitch clean the front yard so It can do some planting (tomatoes). Yes, you read right. Helping It. Hey, if It decides to do something good, I'll help-nevermind that It claims to lack funds, yet buys tomato plants-obviously they're more important than Stoney's lunch. During this process, It's normal-odd.

It goes to get Stoney from brotherfromanothermother's, comes home n' FREAKS "don't you have a run to go to..." Whatthefuck??? I'd not said a WORD (you learn not to elicit any response whatsoever from a mental patient). Is this the same person who was exemplary earlier? I REALLY gotta learn, It's mental, period. Mood changes @ the drop of a hat. @ this point I'd had it and responded "don't you have a pill to take, a friend to rescue while your toilet overflows, or a 12 step meeting where you can hide your sleeping pill addiction?" What was behind this? The fridge was empty and Stoney was home. Now, normal people, think. If you knew your son was coming home, would you not have...what's the word...FOOD???? No, better to tend a garden-which, if you remember the last time this was undertaken, becomes another example of neglect (the tomato plants fell over, tomatos rotted). Amazing. Apparently I don't learn. P.S. what did It do re: groceries? Lobster, couple of Entenmann's cakes (then bitch about Stoney's weight), and then decry Its financial status. Incredible, really amazing. No wonder people don't get it, this shit is amazing.

This am? Was expecting showers, but it was dry-HUMID as hell, but dry. Again, I don't get it: do a 10m race, ass dragging, with powergels aplenty. This am, 6.5+ with no problem. Gotta be the temperature dif. Or, I should try running after work (always say if you can do that, you didn't work).

Got a lovely e mail, totally outta left field-from the race scorers from the Long Beach race. It worked out-they noted I had a 5m split time, but nothing registered for the 10m. Nice of them to follow up.


...even a dog can shake hands............