day 977

take what you can get

normally, wouldn't've gone out this am. BUT...

Why? Rain. However, can't pass up a challenge. Anita told me about a run off the radar-most Island Timing races aren't listed on our site. So, i was planning on doing AP-IF it wasn't raining.

But it was, so headed out, with thr thought of: "If I'd preregged, I'd be there, so suck it up."

Did ok, nothing special, but didn't walk. And it WAS, after all, only a 5k.

The downside? My time was gross, not net. On paper, I did a 10 min pace, though in reality, more like 9:30-I started dead last-as I usually do in these races.

Still, glad I did it. Would'a been 2 days off-opr nmore exactly, 2 days of not running. Not a good thing.

When I got back, GOOD news!!! Stoney's computer died. Funny, Shebitch can spend $1,000 to get him the latest, greatest gaming pc. But, not a cent toward bills.

day 976

almost

A day off-almost.

Woke up, knees aching, decided to ellip. HADDA do SOMETHING. With manana's 5k (which I might pass on-rain predicted) and Sunday's 15k, need to be good to my joints.

So, headed into nyc, picked up my #, caught a flick, back to Toxichouse.

@ the NYRR, got another poster, slapped that bad boy on the fridge. We'll see if it lasts. This time.

day 975

sometimes you DO have to wait for the miracle!!!

ok, yesterday pm, feeling down, hit a flick, TWO friggin' phone calls. Jeeeeeeeez. Can't get a break. Didn't take either of them.

When I finally responded, it was actually good news!!! (finally)

One was from my mortgage company, asking if I wanted to refi, @ no out of pocket cost. WOW!!!!! Nice.

The other, from a peep asking what my plans were. Now THIS is even better than saving money with the refi.

One of my issues of resentment is: Shebitch's "Friends" (groupies) that drink Its kool-aid, were the SAME people I included in our plans when I bought concert tix. Did THEY ever step up? Nope. It was always me (like ticketmaster wouldn't sell to anyone else???). Not ONCE did they EVER do shit for me.

But, last night, the miracle happened. Called, asked if I wanted to see Aerosmith. Didn't know who the opening act was...until this am...and its.....CHEAP TRICK!!!!! Yay! Nice one God.

VERY nice.

This am, got my miles in, felt really good. T shirt, gloves, shorts. 60 degs. Yummmmm.

day 975

:)

back on track!!!!!

Clear, cool this am, long sleeves/gloves/shorts. BUT, point is: got out there! Knees still achin' but 2 consecutive days-no friggin' way.

Of course, now the world is indeed a better place. Amazing what good a run can do. Yesterday, oy. Did the lawn-not too bad for the first cut, but, Stoney a bump on the log. Literally a friggin' couch potato. It? Useless. Told you, took him to Ihop Sunday, what did he have to eat yesterday? Leftover pancakes-2 days old. Great parenting. Wonder what Its friends would say if they knew THAT? (oops, forgot, that'd be my fault too).

Got my miles, life is good.

day 974

gotta do watcha gotta do!

Knees were ACHIN!!!!! So, a day off? No. But, elliped. Give 'da joints a well needed break, but still get my time in/keep my head straight. Prob is: douchebag next to me. One of those who feel the need to grunt etc...while CLINGING to the friggin' machine. I mean this guy was friggin' HUGGIN' the machine. When I do it, I work out as though I'm running. This guy was just a 'roid. (think I miss running???)

day 973

REALLY tough weekend!

You wake up in the morning, what you value is gone. Amazing. I run the friggin' marathon, because It "feels" It's tired of seeing it, destroys the poster I had on the fridge. But God forbid I move anything. It really makes a point to subvert anything I do, passive aggressively fighting any notation of my accomplishment. You'd think a parent would use the other's accomplishment as an example for the child. Oh well.

It gets better, who went to Ihop yesterday? Whose fridge is empty? Who owes so much they're calling and sending mail demanding payment.

...but lash out @ me and destroy my memories. Hmmmm.....wonder what motivated THAT????

This am, should'a taken a recovery day. BUT, did I rest yesterday, no. After all, it was ONLY a half. AND, my dim sum peeps were out, they did the half as well. Better yet, my before picture was out there. Was really nice.

If only I could wake up to a house that was not Toxic.

day 972

;(

Woke up, ambivalent re: run or not-really should take a recovery day...when...WHEN...the TWAT I married took my marathon poster off the fridge-again. Bitch CANNOT cease and desist!!!!! The place is a shipwreck, but Its gotta fuck with my stuff. Really kills It to see an accomplishment.

Tonight, concert @ MSG. Play my cards right n' I can avoid It completely.

day 971

Better!!!!!

After last week's debacle, that really isn't saying too much, but hadda.

This week's 1/2 was Queens, and hadda represent!!!!!

Glad I did. My backyard, where I really grew up: Flushing Meadows.

Saw a couple'a peeps-chief among them: Curtis!

Actuallly ran into a Strider!

Did better than last week-then again, this one was rolling hills @ best.

day 970

well done!!!

(aka: what a dif a few days make!)

Hadda go into Manhattan to get my bib for manana's 1/2. Why? Number pickup on day of is far from the start, and as we all know, I need all the energy I can get.

Made it into Manhattan, got my number, caught a flick, back early pm. Nice. No comparison to last week. What a fucking zoo THAT was!!!!!

And, what a yin/yang week. Shebitch tears me a new one, again. Albany on my case about minor crap, and i get a photo shoot for Newsday. Amazing. Truly amazing. Everything in balance, AND, it all comes back to Queens!!!!!

day 969

here we go again

Yes, Bitch is again in rare form.

Dunno exactly wassup, but there's a def bug in the bonnet (yes kiddies, everyone would be better off if they ran).

Came in yesterday, later than usual, 'round 5:45. It, saying nothing...until...UNTIL... started with the "even your own son will testify against you..." "you need counseling" bullshit. @ that point, I called Stoney, asked "do you have a problem with me, do you have a prob speaking to me?" Of course, he said "no." He went so far as to say he was staying outta whatever It was trying to hatch. Of course, this was IT obsessing on an issue, and using me as the locus for everything wrong with its failed life. THAT set the floodgates in motion, with one more hurtful than the previous phrase hurled @ me, "and you wonder why you're not welcome @ ______'s house?" "None of my friends think....:" "you need to get out..." Really amazing. NOTHING but one malicious thing after another. Absolutely hateful.

@ that point I fought back, telling It Pete and Angela (after it again stated even THEY gave her $$$ for a divorce") were fed up with her bullshit, were hip to Its crap, and were fed up with Its refusing to grow the hell up. Thereafter, that the person It saw as a chief peep-Angela-has her pegged as a user/professional victim/shit parent/shit wife/shit housekeeper.

It continued, again harping how I never visited, never________ all back in 2002 when It was in the hospital. I reminded It that I got us out of debt, visited as best I could, while cleaning up the disaster that is our house, tended for Keith, AND worked. Neither of which it is capable of.

Bear in mind, I walked in, saying nothing. This was all on It. @ one point It followed me into the bedroom, making it a point to tell me "I'll spare you more..." @ which I responded: "please continue, no one here listens to anything you say anyway."

So, yes, ran this am. Thank GOD. A beautiful morning, shorts, t shirt!!!!!!!

day 968

JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ!!!

Yesterday, again, Sybil in rare form. Why? 'Cause It's nuts, but yesterday evening's excuse: I ate a hard boiled egg. Imagine, I actually consumed something in our fridge. Of course, that was merely the symptom/excuse to lose it. That led to a barrage about my need for counseling, using Stoney as an excuse "do it for your son..." Of course, I explained "you want him in counseling, please go ahead. Stop blaming others." You can guess how well that was received.

The good news? The reported from Newsday called to get my story. Wow. Lil ol' moi! Nice.

The better news: Got my run on this am.

Again, wonder why my pace is off????? More puzzling is how/why I don't eat a bullet. Again, imagine doing what I do for a living, to end your day in a space where you're constantly torn a new one. Really gives you a great feeling about what you do doesn't it? @ that point, I again indicated "I just came in from work, I didn't get to sit around all day getting angry."

Amazing, truly amazing.

day 967

smart, but doesn't make it any easier

REALLY hadda take a day off today. No run, no ellip. REALLY hadda recover.

The 1/2, though my time suuuuuuuuucked really beat me up. Why? Dunno. Aging? Diet? Rest? Head space? Bottom line: running yesterday am might've been a mistake. Really had dead legs.

PLUS, got my validation yesterday, which was upheld this am. The waste of life social worker in the previous note, and this am, I have a staff relate how a former staffperson is a carpetbagging scumbag. I pegged 'em both.

Again, doing the right thing isn't always painless, but gotta do it. Not entirely unlike taking today off. Tough to force yourself to NOT run.

strange but true!!!!!

ok, remember we lost one of two social workers?

YEARS ago, when I was starting out on Ward's Island, in the since closed Manhattan ATC, I had a supervisor to end all supervisors. Said he do "whatever it took" to KEEP me from promotions. Even better: made it a POINT to interrupt a group I was doing, THEN has the balls to ask "what was wrong with that group?" To which I, of course, replied "you walked through it?" He and I didn't quite fit.

Guess who's #1 on a preferred list????? Amazing, utterly amazing.

For this sixty second period, it's good to be me.

day 966

wow

My time in the NYC Half REALLY sucked (2 1/2 hrs), BUT, I finished.

Like I said in the earlier post, really hard to run-and do well-with zero motivation (let alone zero carbs).

This am? Yep, hadda run. Couldn't help myself. SHOULD'A taken a day off, but alas, couldn't. Too much going on in my head. Not the least of which is looking @ the facility with new eyes. It's ONE thing to see the building through the eyes of an employee. TOTALLY different to see it through the eyes of The Man.

WILL be sad to lose a peep. My Man in Staten Island's coming retirement will result in the loss of a peep. So it goes...

day 965

hmmmmmmmm

Did the Nyc half, I THOUGHT alone, but once you make peeps, you never alone. Elik Facebooked me predawn-my kinda guy, and brotherfromanothermother called as I was heading to the corrals. Lovely. Really felt embraced.

Unfortunately, my performance sucked, but I had no real motivation other than to enjoy it. 7+ miles in CP, ouch. BUT, the rest more than made up for it. The downside-CP wears your ass out, so you have little left for the easy/flat west side highway. Alas, glad I did it. AND, my NYRR peeps recognized me, as did Randy. STILL miss Pret and the crew, but now really realize, anyone who gives you that "forever" crap is really full of it-you're really just a flavor of the month. Still, glad I did it.

The after part sucked BIG TIME. You're fenced in for another mile-exactly like The Big One. HORRIBLE!!!!! THEN, you're forced to head to South Street Seaport. FUCK.

***Interesting side note: in the last mile, they had spotters to pull bandits off. When they saw I had no bib, they asked, pulled me over, I showed them the D tag and told them to call and verify. They let me go. When will they get their shit together????

*******And funnier STILL: we're @ Pedrito's family dinner yesterday, Sybil prattles on about how it had a yen for Calzone late Friday night. Now, again, give that a moment. No $ to give Stoney for lunch, but for itself and it's selfish craving??? Amazing. A total cunt.

***********Icing on the cake: now that the weather's even NICER (thank you global warming, mildest winter EVER), the Bitch is prattling on about sitting in the back sunning, after discussing having repeated procedures to have melanomas removed from It's forehead. Smart.

STILL, a very productive week. Between being told my name had been submitted for the brass ring, and the Nyc Half, a very good week. Next week, the 13.1 in Flushing Meadows. Looking forward to it (though, like this one, you gotta go all the way into fucking Manhattan to get your number (???!!!!!), BUT, they DO have day of race.

day 964

life according to plan C/Not what I expected, but...

So, @ the Director's meeting, Uber Boss pulls me aside with the "can I speak with you for a moment" thing. FUCK. Turns out, he was telling me I was nominated for-and was receiving a bonus. And he wanted to keep it quiet as several were in the runing but obviously didn't get it. Wow. ME????? Of course, THAT got me thinking. My Administrative Brotherfromanothermother is retiring, sick of waiting for the director's gig. I'm thinkin' "they're putting someone ELSE in BOTH gigs, and giving me $$$ to ease the pain of being overlooked," but, keep doing my best anyway. Last day of the conference, we're trying to make a clean getaway, he AGAIN asks for a moment, FUCK ME. Here comes the bad news. Turns out, he tells me my name was submitted for the big gig, the brass ring, I'm nominated to be in with the big boys. Nice. So, despite eccentricities, the agency DOES recognize hard work. Nice. Now, even if i DON'T get it, I'll have done all I can.

This am, ran, then hurry hurry hurry-back to Toxichouse, shower, then off to the LIRR to get to Penn to get to number/bib pickup. HATE this part, then back home. KILLED me because Pete was supposed to come over to get a computer for my nephew-thus my hurrying. But no. He was too tired. Hey, after looking out for me for so long, I gave him that-thuogh I DID bypass an opportunity to hang with my peeps in manhattan. Frankly, glad I passed-NYC was a FUCKING GREEN DISASTER. I can truly say I hate St.Patty's day. All these drunken/fat/sloppy assholes.

So, hurried back, then out to family dinner. Kevin is in town. All the fam there, Bitch and Stoney seperately. He was being a bitch, so fuck 'em both. Went on my own. Didn't need their bullshit.

Thank GOD for the NYC Half tomorrow-though damn them!!! The shirt's green-very funny.

day 963

:)

Actually had a fun night out @ dinner w/the other Directors, then caught my almighty 30 Rock AND The Office-with no one screaming over nothing. Remember, the past 2 days involved rage over 1)I put away a chair the Bitch left in the backyard, and 2)It decided It didn't like my things on a particular shelf-after they'd been there for years. What a peaceful night.

AND, got my miles in this am, AND a quick swim. Life is good!!!

day 962

I LOVE my job!!!!!

Sometimes, life is good.

Last night, Bitch comes home (11:47pm) makes it a point to slam doors, come into the bedroom, open/close/slam drawers. When Keith asked ???, It replies "he was vacuuming and making noise first thing in the morning..." Now think...It came in after ANOTHER night out (AA). Guess It wasn't exactly serene, coming in with a rage agenda. Of course, what It neglected to mention is that I was vacuuming because It left apple peels all over the floor. THAT nugget didn't make the front page. Bitch.

So, here I am in Albany-2 day Director's meeting. Good. Let 'em live without me. And I get a good night's sleep. Bitch free.

...and you bet your ASS I got my miles in this am. :)

day 961

REEEEALLY hurt

Back to Toxichouse yesterday, no one there, peace.

Then...THEN...Shebitch enters, starts rummaging around, decides It doesn't like where my things are in a kitchen cabinet, thus, they need to be moved. Amazing. Utterly amazing. What a total bitch. Under the guise of "I can't reach other shelves," It arbitrarily decides I have to move my things. Of course I answered, "after 10 years you shrank???" It proceeded on Its tear, I moved my things. NOT to enable, but to call its bluff, as in "if this is what it takes to shut you up, so be it." of course that didn't work. Bitch kept on. Pure, unadulterated bitch. "My friends....." again, I responded "even Pete and Angela are hip to your shit, get real." What a total bitch. Imagine you come home to find your thigns moved. Like I have no right. Amazing. Utterly, totally amazing.


And, this am??? Wake up to apple peels all over the floor!!! Don't clean up, leave it for the ants. Fucking pig. (ok to leave apple remains all over the floor, but decide @ your mental worst that you-the great one-has a divine right to NOT like where a given item is stored. Wow). Could ya' BE more psycho?????

Thank GOD for running. This am, 60+ degs, how lovely!!!!! (and to top it off, every friggin' window @ Toxichouse shut!!! Told ya', a friggin' Petri dish!!!!!).

day 960

will have to do for now

Got up, off and on showers predicted for the am. Got to the job...and...RAIN. So, what to do, what to do? Again, leave it to God and the results must be ok. Turns out the gym now opens @ 5 am!!! Yay!!!! So, got my ellip on, and STILL got to the job stupid early. (of course, God DOES have a sense of humor. I walk outta the gym, no rain. Funny, real funny.).

Nice to be flexible.

*Fighting off a cold, living @ Toxichouse, it ain't easy-living in a petri dish. Whenever I try to open a window, the two living @ the retirement home raise a ruckus. You'd think fresh air was anathema.

day 959

WHEW

This weekend was really tough. Shebitch raging about pretty much everything. Case in point: It blows a circuit pretty much everyday. I thus have to reset my clock pretty much everyday. I thus adjust the clock on the range, as payback. A normal person a)wouldn't blow the same circuit daily b)would simply reset the clock. Not MentalBitch. Rather, rage about how I need a meeting (nice inventory taking there/nice keeping the focus), when's the last time I attended a meeting...of course, I finally replied "when you start working the program." As in: "how important is it," as in "just reset the fucking clock!!!! No, better to use that as an excuse to rage on. Bitch. And THAT came after "cooking," meaning: peeling apples, leaving the peels-literally-all over the floor. Told you, bitch is mental. Kept humming the Elton song "someone saved my life tonight" as my main peep was there for me Saturday night. Friends of the Hicksville Library is always there. Gonna be 27 years this April. THAT'S a peep!

But this am, I ran. Life, again, is good.

day 958

and now, for something NOT completely different.....

So, Shebitch rages that (gasp!!) I cooked something that was in the fridge. I wake up, It went shopping! So, what the FUCK was the fuss about????? Pure unadulterated bitch (feel free to substitute the C word).

So, to escape, called my peep I'd known for almost 30 years. We went to see the Eddie Murphy movie. Sucked, but who cares, the company was great!

This am, 10k in Eisenwhower.

...what the Bitch (or Stoney) don't get is: I hang @ Toxichouse for a reason. Don't HAVE to, but CHOOSE to. There are other places I COULD be, but a male presence must be there. Shebitch ALWAYS hangs with friends rather than fam. I won't play that way. Why be a parent if that's your game???

day 957

...seemed like a good idea @ the time...


Did the Smithtown 5k this am. More to reconnect with my Long Island peeps than anything else. bumped into Anita, she invited me to the movies, I declined thinking...well..what the FUCK was I thinking???

After the run, went back to Toxichouse where I got torn yet ANOTHER new one for (gasp) cooking something that was in the fridge. This was met with "I was going to cook that for Keith..." of course. Thereafter, "no wonder he....." guilt me out. FUCK it. Screw 'em both. Fed up with the whole shit bag. How the HELL am I supposed to know this??? Imagine cooking something in your fridge? Amazing.

day 956

bitch

Guess who's car is-again-dead. Right. And I'm THRILLED.

Was ready to give Stoney a lift to school, minutes later, still in the driveway. Good. Fuck her.

Now, why the glee @ another's misfortune? I've been trying to suck it up and be cool toward the bitch, but it's-repeatedly-failed.

I.E. last night: It HAS to make it a point to shut the window in the bedroom It hasn't slept in in years, after making a point to intrude-thus disturbing my sleep. It makes a point to do this periodically.

This am, I'm attempting to make conversation, in view of It's current misfortune, and the response "oh, now you wanna talk after..." Fuck It. Let It rot in Its misery.

This am, got my miles, did ok. Felt really good. Almost short sleeves, but not quite there.

(even offered to give Stoney a lift to school, he declined. I'm the bad guy, remember).

day 956

strange, but ok

Had the bored, then membership, meetings last night. REALLY hate meetings, they ALWAYS waste time. But, held it, and that in itself is good.

Why did it suck? The usual people manifesting the usual dysfunction. I.E. the 'roid who has to come to the meeting just to register his displeasure. Please people, if you bring nothing to the table, don't come at all.

This am? BEAUTIFUL. Amazing to have upper 50's. Shorts, long sleeves. Really hit the spot!

day 955

OUCHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

So, back @ Toxichouse yesterday pm, after fielding yet MORE crises @ the job, then having to return to the unit to nail it down.

Stoney takes off. As in, without telling me he was going out!!!!! I flipped. First, tried calling him, to no avail. Then, texted, again, to no avail. THEN, he has the balls to respond like a wiseass! AND, takes exception to being told he needs to keep me abreast of his whereabouts! Fucking amazing. What a friggin' punk! I'd have NEVER responded to a parent in that fashion. REEEEEEALLY hurt. More than I can possibly describe. THEN, he has the stones to say "just wait 'til I show mom your texts." Really amazing. As if that weren't enough, he bogarts the tv in the living room-as in-he waltzes in from wherever he was, and takes over the tv...as I was watching. basic friggin' respect. Ok, no prob. First bank of Dad is closed.

Thank GOD for this am. Beautiful temps, got my miles in. Again, life is worth living.

But last night was dicey, realllllly dicey.

day 954

more gooder

COLD this am, actually contemplated taking a day off...but....

Initially, was 27 degs. Normally, this wouldn't be so bad. BUT, with this amazing winter, it felt colder. Thankfully, no winds. Got TOO used to running in shorts, in winter.

So, laced 'em up, got my butt out there. Glad I did. After a few mins, felt ok.

Yesterday pm, dropped by Pedrito's. Went well. As long as HIS wife shuts up, meaning doesn't offer her almighty opinion when not requested, the visit goes well. He was napping on the couch...mid-afternoon. I'll NEVER be able to be that placid.

Summer will be here before we know it. How can I tell? Ordered Nick Lowe tix (yay!!!) AND Cheap Trick tix, on the same day. The Cheap Trick thing is actually following a Mets game. So, in my mind, I paid $100 for Cheap Trick tix. Seriously contemplating showing up for the game 'round the 7th inning. Who needs to sit there for 5 hours????? Alas, anything for Cheap Trick. Remember LAST year's concert?

life is good.

day 953

Busy weekend.

Did the 4m race Saturday. Was seriously contemplating ditching it-rain grrrrrr. But, can't be a wuss. Did that one, then hid from Toxichouse.

Sunday was fun. Anita parked in Hicksville, we took the train to Manhattan, mta to race site, hooked up with brotherfromanothermother, did the run. That was alotta fun. The down side, he's increasingly disillusioned with the $$$ the NYRR want, so this is pretty much the end of his NYRR involvement. He said the obvious, we'll miss each other. Life goes on.

DID have a great time hangin' with Anita-my counterpart. She's also a single parent. We bond well, each recognizing the need for the other's independence-while enjoying the other's company. We did the run, hit a limited release flick (she's one of, like, 2 people on earth who'd heard of the movie).

Unfortunately, everyone turns into a pumpkin. Got back to Toxichouse, tub STILL clogged. Pedrito called, needs some attention. I'll stop over this pm on the way home.

Would be so nice to be able to chill @ home, rather than avoid it like the plague.

day 952

yin yang

Yin: had alotta fun @ the race, and got some good miles in. Nothing to write home about (better than last week, but, Prospect Park vs. Long Island...no wonder last week sucked). Was interesting; ran off and on-you can guess when the "on" was.

Yang: Toxichouse. of course came "home" and the tub was AGAIN clogged, Shebitch-naturally-on a tear. Had violated every remaining boundary by AGAIN going through all my shit, lovely. THEN, adding insult to injury, starts raging. Got back in the veeeeeeehicle, trotted off to the gym, showed, hooked up with Richie (funny God, again you take care of me), then back to angry twat.

If it wasn't for meeting Anita there @ 6am, and knowing she's asleep now, would'a called her, told her to meet me @ Alley Pond, and stayed A the Flushing Y.

Don Cornelius, dead. Davy Jones, dead. Angry twat, lives. Wrong, just wrong.

day 951

whew!!!

Actually made it through another day with Shebitch quiet. Good.

It got the tub unclogged, after Stoney took a shower in standing water (surprised the Drano didn't eat the flesh from his feet). War is hell, it really is. Hadda do my run in Alley Pond, shower @ the gym, then come home. Kind'a circuitous n'est pas? Fortunately, when I got back It wasn't there. Had a chance to speak with Stoney unfettered. Good. Cleared the air.

Last night was the pasta dinner for this am's race. Why drive all the way to Huntington for $.27 worth of pasta? 1)It VERY good 2)beats cooking 3)GREAT return on your race investment 4)fun people. As I parked who parks DIRECTLY across from me? Anita and her son. They're so like me it's frightening. They'd stopped to reg for today, he was changing (they had another dinner to attend) and, being cognizant of boundaries, didn't wanna disturb me. When I texted, they returned saying "why didn't you say 'hi?' " Cool.

Since GLIRC was having it's dinner, no peeps I knew. BUT, leaving God's work to God, some extrovert woman makes my acquaintance, turns out we know alot of the same people, spent the time chatting and eating. Amazing. No degrees of seperation! Had been feeling bad that no peeps were there, seems as I age I become more social, but again, God took matters in hand.

Lovely.


***And, a new fave place: Cinema Arts Center in Huntington. $10 -such a deal- easy parking, GREAT flicks-the kind I go into Manhattan for. Nice.

day 950

yep, been a looong time (4 years!!!).

So, last night, Toxichouse lived up to its name. Why? Remember the clogged toilet? That morphed into clogged bathtub (this is what happens when you care more for your "friends" than your home). So, the bathtub wasn't draining...for 2 days. When I saw Shebitch mopping, I asked if the toilet overflowed? It responded "no, just cleaning." Right. Turns out the bathtub wasn't draining FOR TWO FUCKING DAYS. Thank God I have the gym.

So, last night, of course as I was sleeping (10:30) Stoney and Shebitch are screaming @ each other. He, appropriately, responding "fuck you" when It tried blaming him! THEN, blaming him for doing nothing around Toxichouse. Faithful readers will recall It takes NO responsibility for ANYTHING. Amazing. KNEW It'd attempt to shirk responsibility for this as well (the driveway asphalt that's pitched TOWARD the house rather than away? While It was sitting there, while the guys did the job, sunning Itself????? The carpet that buckled one week after installation, while It was there to monitor installation????? It's answer to that: cheap carpet. Right. CANNOT do a goddamned thing.).

Why didn't I do anything? I'm Satan remember? I have o.c.d. remember? Fuck 'em. (AND, in my mind I remember when I DID intercede a year ago when the toilet clogged. Am I the ONLY motherfucker who remembers $49.99 24 hours unclogger guy? Remember when he came? On the bill, for problem, he wrote "tampon city." Stoney don't use 'em. I don't. Hulk don't. Guess who?

So, this am, pleasantly surprised. After last night's rain, was ready for either a day off or a gym day. But no!!! Yay!!!!!!! Got my miles! Did well.

This served my psyche well as manana is a 4m run, Sunday a 5k. So, needed the miles.

Again, life is good.

...got a shower I can borrow?

day 949

:)

Y'know, sometimes...soooooometimes the right thing happens.

Thought I'd get stuck ellipin' this am. When I got up, my stuff had been fucked with (again), and it was raining. Ok, I'm feeling not so good. Fortunately, figured "business as usual, stick to the plan" (THE PLAN never fails, WE fail the plan).

Got to the job...misting. YAY!!!!!!! Laced 'em up, good to go!!! Got my miles yo!!!!!

Suddenly, life is good again. Funny how that worked.

Though Davy Jones' death hurts. We're not getting any younger.