Day 1150

Thank GOD for running

KNEW things could always get worse...but...

Yesterday, Sybil enters, asks if I wanted any of the Chinese takeout It'd purchased. Hmmmmm. Was it laced? Thereafter, redoes Its closet, impacting on my ability to go to sleep. THEN It goes off. Knowing Its shipwreck status, rather than admit this, has to go off on me bigtime. Remember: Stoney hears all this. S.O.S. "lawyer......you're out of here....."

This am, He has "don't eat" taped to each and every contained of takeout. So, what have we learned? Just like his mother. Two bitches.

THEN, It makes a point of rearranging the condiments in the door of the fridge. Let that sink in. Hasn't taken Stoney to the plastic surgeon, has nothing to show for Its life, but rearranged those condiments. Really good sobriety. Really subscribes to the "how important is it" frame of reference. Bitch.

This am? Got my miles. Nothing else matters.