day 735

it was the best of times/it was the worst of times


Did St.Francis this am. Hadda atone for yesterday's shitty run. I can say that now, after internalizing that it was a Q, a 1/2 Q, and a training run, but still angry at myself. Nontheless, hadda jump back on the horse, and did just that today. A lil' achier, but hey, I'll never win, so might as well keep on trudgin'.

THAT was the good news. The bad news, hadda hide in Manhattan, again. Shebitch destroying the house, water leak from the second floor (the greyhound bus bathroom that we can't even access due to it's overflowing with it's CRAP. Waiting for Hoarders to film here). So, did my run, showered, then off to Manhattan. Had a GREAT day, but really lonely. Sucks to work so hard for a house, only to see it falling apart, with a bitch who couldn't give a fuck. Rather than clear out the bathroom, It goes to the beach. Really.

At least got to hang @ Electric Lady. Expensive, but worth it.