Day 1090

Back

So, after my Lost Weekend, hadda go back, eventually, unfortunately (how badly I'd love to stay in Manhattan, I can't begin to describe. Long Island SUCKS). Stoney's in the living room with his peeps (6am)-reeking of weed. Sybil upstairs-in my (what used to be our) bed, like a hoarder surrounded by Its crap.

Fortunately, they were headed out. Sybil's main BITCH-the one who walked into MY house asking "where's the fucking asshole" (and this is the twat I wrote a resume for)-that one, is having a 50th birthday gathering. Good. Got Toxichouse to myself.

Was nice to do the local 5k this am-one of those "it's a mile away so you gotta do it or get kicked outta the hood" races. Also, after a 10k yesterday-knowing manana is Pilates and Spin, hadda do a lil' sumthin' sumthin'.