Day 1192

It is what it is

Electricity was back @ Toxichouse yesterday, that was good, Sons of Anarchy, good.

Neighbor can fix my fence, good!

Bitch went off, again, "you took..." Imagine I actually hadda eat something from the fridge.

Downside of it all: again, no run. Can't say I won't be rested!!!

Day 1191

At least I'll have fresh legs!

Not too enamored of the back to back days off, but it is what it is. No run if I can't shower thereafter, and the gym's shut again. Tough to open w/o elec.

Toxichouse? The gate Sybil broke, that they freaked over, gone. Destroyed. Good. Make them walk the fucking dog. Of course they havta traipse through my den to walk him in the backyard, but they walk him nontheless. Lazy useless assholes. Think they have it in for my den?

Day 1190

Smarting

Good thing about marathon running: nothing else matters. Makes shit like yesterday's drama seem like chump change. Not that it hurts any less.

And best of all? THIS serves as Uberbitch's excuse to pile on, AND Stoney's excuse to seek means of escape. What was in fact a great thing-my making arrangements to get the roof fixed, translates into "it's all about YOU. YOU got YOUR den fixed." Bear in  mind, if they walked the dog, or, if Bitch had closed the gate, none of this would'a happened. Easier to Satanize me. Lets them play the victim.

The down side of today? rest day, by necessity. I'll do many things, but running in rain sucks. Period. With the gym closed, no sauna, so, fuckit. Nice to recover, for once.

Unfortunately, this leaves me to deal with the chaos without my release.

Imagine, knowing I have 26 patients and 20+ staff to worry about, THEY can't be supportive. Fuck them both.

Not even mentioning how much it hirts to see people embraced after running a race, let alone the amazing support most get @ The Big One. Me, I get shit. It's ok, I know who I am.

But wait, there's more!!!

Stoney, it seems, hasn't smoked enough. So this evening-and remember, I have enough to worry about with the safety of the unit, he decides to go off, big time. And spits @ me, his father. Little asshole. Never in my life have I witnessed this level of disrespect. I truly, honestly, cannot WAIT until he gets arrested. Remember, he has a wallet full of cash, and no job. I count the days.

And from where does this behavior originate? Take a guess. Hated in my own home. Fuck them both. Truly.

Of course, Twat piles on. Amazing.

And what..you wonder...started it? They hadda go outside to fix the gate. The one the TWAT left open and the wind damaged. "I don't wanna lose another dog..." Of coruse, the obvious answer: WALK THE FUCKING DOG. No, easier to throw him in the backyard and let ME clean the dog shit. Asshole. "Oh I wanna doggy. I'll.......right."

Disrespectful asshole. AND he has the BALLS to say "what, jusdt because you're my father I'm supposed to....." YES ASSHOLE, respect your parents.

And remember, in the background, TWAT piling on, much easier than taking responsibility. If IT closed the gate, it wouldn't have been damaged. UH.

I pray for his arrest and Its demise. ASAP. Both need to learn.

Day 1189

Got some!!!!!

First, last night's concert: WOW!!!! As if the Indigo Girls Thursday wasn't hot, Social D ROCKED! Amazing.

Then this am 5m in The Park. Nice way to prep for next Sunday.

Peeps going nuts over the storm. Hey, I live with a mental patient, a 17 year old son, and and HUGE dog, REALLY think this storm can hold a candle to that?

Day 1188

:)

Got my miles!!!

All this fucking talk about a hurricane, jeeeez. Between staff being stupid, having to be micromanaged by Albany, and the Crazy Twat I live with. wow......

But, today, I ran! Life is good.

My Dim Sum peeps were there as well. We really ARE on the same wavelength. All of us are apparently off, yet hit the asphalt @ the same time. Same time adjustment. Truly running transcends all.

...And again, tonight, we ROCK!!! Yay!

Day 1187

Cockblocked!

Ok, had another Friday off, sorta.

Spin class this am, then off to NYC. Saw Cloud Atlas. SUCKED. I walked out. Was interviewed by my buddy Grace for Beyond the Trailer. Actually gave it ZERO stars. 4 calls during the flick-(one AT THE START!!!!!!!) and considering how bad the flick was, barely made a dif.

Then, back to Toxichouse, Stoney's on the couch with a babe! Bless him.

Unfortunately, I blocked his action. WAS a good bonding moment. After she left, he thanked me for cutting into his scene, I told him to put something on the door, that'd be my sign to disappear for 2 hours. likewise, told him he didn't have my digits because he gave 'em tio Sybil, and I hadda change the number, again.

The babe was from school, but a MODEL!!!!! Well done son!

Pic below from last nights fun! 6th row!!!!!!!

Day 1186

Amazing

This am, got my miles. Ran, briefly, with my main Dim Sum peep. Made like I needed to whizz. Why? Needed to slow down. This guy was smokin' me!!!!! AND he's 67!!!!! DAYUM. Really a helluva guy. And I found out his secret/why he smokes me: he's NORMAL! He runs 2-3x weekly. Rested bastard ;)  . He doing The Big One as well, looking to come in around 5. I plan to come in 'round Sunday.

This am is typical of this time of year. Cool, not cold, 50-ish. Perfect shorts and long sleeves, with the ability to NOT stank up your stuff/get another day's wear outta it.

Day 1185

Ahhhhhhhhh


Yesterday evening, Sybil lighting 2 dozen (yes, 24) candles. Imagine what the walls are gonna look like. I discovered this when I went from the den to living room. Was so bad, my eyes hurt. Crazy bitch. AND the tv was CRANKED. Obviously It was being manic, and guess what part of Its cycle? So, I was smart enough to ignore It. Not worth the aggro. AND, you KNOW It was spoiling for a fight. Not on my watch. I ran, I was ok.

This am, Pilates and Spin. Feeling good. Rain predicted, no worries. Nice to have my knees NOT ache.

Indigo Girls tomorrow night!

Day 1184

More gooder!!!!!

GREAT morning. Crisp, 50 degs, niiice. Long sleeves and shorts. Didn't break a sweat, but got my miles. NIIIIIICE. about 12 days until...THE BIG ONE!!! No time to get hurt, but knees feeling good. Still annoyed there was no Spin yesterday, but got some Pilates. I'm good. Today I ran, even better.

Day 1183

Runnus Interruptus

No run this am, Pilates. Went back to the gym to Spin, no class. I'm ok with that. Too much happenin'. My new Assistant Director started this am. An outsider. It's GREAT to have a limb, but he IS an outsider and thus needs to be trained about not only facility ops but agency as well. I'm hoarse, but this is a short term investment for a long term gain.

13 days until The Big One.

Day 1182

Don't tread???

So, confronted Stoney with The Calendar. Years ago, the Secretary gave me a golf calendar-the kind to have to set daily with 2 cubes for the date. I kept it on my birthday, as a sign to me that Sybil dropped the ball. Now, remember, Bitch and Stoney have every right to confront me on anything I move in MY house, and  THEY have the right to fuck with my stuff, i.e. Bitch vandalizing my stuff in the den, Stoney fucking with my calendar-after confronting ME about arranging shit in the fridge. Can you imagine? Would YOU have EVER thought of confronting YOUR parents????? AND, HE takes offense when I tell him I don't owe a child living in MY house an accounting of my actions. Asshole. Wonder where he gets that from?????

Best of all, Ubertwat actually has the balls to tell me what I "should" do about whatever it was that struck Its cranium. Now remember, perfect 12 steppers don"t "should," but It feels It can direct everyone. As Its area of the house is a shambles, It takes extraordinary measures to sabotage my den. Twat.

BUT, this am, got some miles. Not MY miles, but some. Was a 4m, in the streets, with HORRIBLE traffic control, but whatthefuck. I ran.

WAS nice to see my LI peeps, though I missed the Forest park 5k. Oh well, can't be in both places. DID hurt to see none of my Queens peeps, but they that weren't @ Forest Park are outta the game-Quantum Who? Vince was actually there, wearing his Striders finery. I was shocked, you'd think he'd be in his GLIRC or NRP attire. Glad to see the green!

Day 1181

Don't Treat On Me

Got up this am, Stoney pms'ing about stuff being moved in the fridge. Amazing. Disrespectful cunt.

THEN, I come in from this am's 10k, Sybil had, again, vandalized my stuff.

So, lemme understand, I can't arrange the fridge, but it's ok to fuck with my belongings.

Think it's easy?

But, today, I ran. Life is good. Couple'a breaks, but @ race pace, jogged through the water stops. Did ok.

Beat being with Stoney and Ubercunt anyway.

Frightening how He takes after Its bad habits.

Day 1180

15 Days!!!!!

Not too long before The Big One. Actually hadda take this entire week off-knees. Instead, did Spin + Pilates daily. Not bad. Don't feel like I missed out.

This am, Stoney: "don't eat my cereal." I should pack up MY modem so they can't surf MY internet. Ditto MY cable, MY electricity. And the Twat, of course, says nothing. Teach religion, but what about that commandment about honoring????

Day 1179

Another good one, in SPITE of......

Led Zep's "Celebration Day" made my week. Took me back to Pedrito getting Eddie to take me to msg, Eddie asking if I wanted a beer, man oh man. Last row in the nosebleeds, Bonzo's solo, needing to pee but couldn't miss a second. Plant on the cover of People that week. Man oh man!!!! Blown eardrums!!! Even the crowd @ the theater understood last night: everyone said it wasn't loud enough. Amazing.

And then..Toxichouse. Sybil raging about no eggs. It went shopping. Now remember what normal people do. It was raging because Stoney wanted something involving eggs-@ 10pm no less, and before It went shopping It-of course-neglected to check the fridge. Instead, shift responsibility to me: "I asked you to leave a note..."   "...yesterdayI had to go back out and buy mustard..." My answer "are you blind????? Open the fridge and LOOK."

Truly amazing. Of course this became my fault. Total disavowal of responsibility for anything.

But this am, Spin AND got my miles. Life is good.

Day 1178

What I wouldn't give......

When YOU get home, chillaxin' watch some tube, what happens around you? For me: Bipolar Psycho decides to vacuum and flit all over in the midst of a manic upswing. Bear in mind, this is @ 9pm. And I wonder why I have no energy. God forbid you respect the people who live under the same roof-Stoney's blasted outta his shorts, fast asleep-except to pick up his head to ask me to close the bedroom door. It? Vacuuming, singing @ the top of it's lungs. Not even a song, nonsense. Imagine: a nut job who did WAY too much coke, buzzing from one area of the house to the next. This is what I deal with. Daily.

So, with knees STILL killing me-this is getting ponderous-did Pilates and Spin. I'm ok. I'll continue to be ok, but really miss my miles.

Tonight, Zeppelin! Life is good.

Day 1177

OUCH!!!!!!!

REALLY was out of it yesterday evening, totally crashed. Delayed effects of Sunday's 1/2. Why? Dunno. Didn't kill myself, nice easy pace, walk breaks after mile 10. But, the knees are the knees.

This am, nothing. No workout, no run, nothing. Knees were in pain and had zero energy. Gotta listen to the body.

Feels odd-out of sorts-but not bad. When I look @ some of my hard(er) charging peeps, Boston qualifiers, people trying to pr every race, I see where they end up. Hurt, and not running. I'm still in the game. Nice. Makes an off day tolerable.

What DOES slay me is non runners. I see them like I used to see non AA peeps. Those that "get it" and they that don't. True n'est pas?

Day 1176

?

Thankfully, after doing the half yesterday, was scheduled for a rest day. Translation: Pilates and Spin. Really glad I did.

Felt good, prepared me for the drama.

Day 1175

This IS the day

another 1/2 today. Last week was Staten Island, today: Grete's. A run we used to do as a group, but as all bullshit is doomed to die, the group did. I'm there, all that matters.

Sybil? Asks what "we" are going to do for oil heat. My usual response: I'll gladly pay if we can do without mortgage payments or cable. It's answer: "you make..."  "where does your money...?" Bitch.
Sorry, useless Bitch. Don't wanna insult bitches.

Day 1174

No one knows what it's like.......

Ok, got my miles yesterday, did some work in the den, hit the movies. A good day, until...UNTIL...numerous phoen calls from The Job. And the killer: several from my supervisor, who actually asked where i was (this is the same person who signed my time off request, who told me I had too many hours to burn up). BUT, my gig involves being on call. It is what it is-and you know I love my gig.

So, this am, a one miler, then off to manhattan. Pick up my number for manana's 1/2 (thank GOD it starts @ 10:30, gonna be a long day today), then Feldenkrais.

Day 1173

AGAIN???

Yes, again. It's that time of year. Sybil storms into the place (after leaving it in sub-shipwreck status. No joke. It HADDA get some sun yesterday, (what cancer survivor doesn't?), left Its beach chair out, left veggies all over the kitchen floor, THEN comes back at night raging about "oil...heat...open windows..." Of course Stoney points the finger @ me re: opening windows. Imagine that? Not only do I have the gall to eat food from the fridge, but I also opened windows. Call out the hounds!!!!!

So, thank GOD, this am, laced 'em up, got my miles. Life is good.

Day 1172

Big surprise!

Stoney leaves his wallet between his mattress and boxspring. Classic teenager mistake. Contraband is ALWAYS stashed there.

What's within it? Cash. As in CASH. As in almost $100. Let that sink in. No "job," no "allowance," demands $5 daily for lunch. Hmmmmmm. Think he's doing more than smoking?

Thank GOD this am, a GOOD Spin class. Knees are friggin' killing me, this filled in nicely.

Day 1171

Saw THAT coming, pt. 2

With Sybil m.i.a., sleeping elsewhere in the name of "work"-caring for an elderly person, thus evading yet any parenting, you KNEW It would do a drive-by, cause some drama, then leave. And of course It did. Came in, scoped the den, vandalized my stuff, then left. Amazing. What a sick patient. And, again, best of all, I see people who eagerly head home, I go with great trepidation, never knowing what I'll find. And IT has the tits to dis the place by referring to it as an "alcoholic house."

And, it gets BETTER, Stoney tries picking a fight. Bastard actually thinks I'm the bad guy. Amazing. Hurts, hurts bad.

This am, rain. Good. Knees killing me, never took a rest day after the half. So, this am, Spin.

Day 1170

You can't write stuff this good.

You knew It would lose It's mind when It saw the den. Of course It did. Now think, there's really no difference between the strength of emotion between seeing my things moved back in, or if I'd been caught in flagrante delicto. You'd think something of importance happened. This Bitch really went off. "You're such a LIAR. L-I-A-R,"  "you need THERAPY..." amazing. Guess I don't have a right to put stuff in my house.

But wait, it got better!

I, of course, left, when I returned, It was gone. However, the damage was done. My stuff was again vandalized, and stickit notes were affixed to everything in the fridge, i.e. "do not touch, Keith's dinner Monday..." Amazing. Can you imagine I'd actually have the nerve to eat something from the fridge in my house. Call the lawyers!!! AND, after all the manufcatured psychosis, did he even touch any of the aforementioned, stickitnoted food? Of course not. It was merely staking out Its territory. Amazing.

So, thankfully, this am no rain. Got my miles. I'm good!!!!!

***and why stickit notes? It hasn't slept in Toxichouse for days (GREAT parenting eh?????? Child being raised as a latchkey kid). It's latest concept of "work" is caring for some old person.

Day 1169

Saw THAT comin'!

Should'a taken this am off, but figured, do an easy 6-7, better than stewing/licking my wounds. Felt good. Was NIPPY this am-long sleeves def.

Then off to reclaim the den.

Hadda hit the area where the stuff was stored, but not before clearing out the old fold out bed.

THIS thing was a piece of work. The Bitch NEVER EVER cleaned, mouse shit everywhere, an old cordless phone behind it. Truly a useless Bitch. Remember, this is the same person that, rather than initiate corrective action, bought the weed smoking offspring air fresheners.

So, get everything back in.

THEN, guess who comes in, and vandalizes EVERYTHING!!!!!

I'd taped all the boxed, guess what was disrupted?

And, the ultimate proof, Bitch doesn;t know I have a webcamera recording everything.

Go ahead, talk to your supposed lawyer. THAT'S your word, I have proof of not only vandalism, but remember when it intercepted my credit card and used it? That's...what's the word.....FELONY????

It sees all my shit boxed, taped, stacked, puts notes on ALL the food: "Keith's dinner,"  "Keith's chicken..." sick bitch. God forbid I actually eat something from the fridge in MY house.

...think It's going mental (ER???). Good.

Day 1168

Didn't TOTALLY suck!

Did the Staten Island Half. Was totally prepared to bail, rain had been predicted. But no, pressed on. Glad I did. My time SUCKED, but I did what I set out to do.

(rain kicked in @ mile 11, if I'd hauled ass I would'a beat it, but I was happy merely to NOT eat a bullet, tough weekend).

At least I didn't d.n.s. Also, got my halves in for the year. Did the series.

THAT was the good news.

Birthday wise? FUCKED up beyond belief. But, fuck it. Thank GOD it's over.

Day 1167

Happy FUCKING Birthday!

So, after sleeping all day (after being up all night, knee deep in a manic episode), where is TWAT?   I dunno, no idea.

Stoney heads out to hang/smoke last night, wishes me a happy birthday in case he isn't here when the TWAT returns with "your birthday stuff." Of course, I wake up, TWAT isn't even home.

And It has the tits to whine about an "alcoholic home?"

Amazing.

Right now, dry, rain predicted to start 'round noon. We'll see.

Amazing. Birthday SUCKED. As usual.

Day 1166

Check!

This am, Spin class. REALLY needed a race-nice to have one on my birthday. BUT, with manana's 1/2, gotta chill-such as it is. Rain predicted for manana, so I MAY bail, but now they say rain starts @ noon.

So, did Spin @ the gym. Felt great to be among my workout peeps. The instructor knows her shit. Broke my balls, but in a good way.

Then, did the lawn, and got the FUCK out of Toxichouse.

Sybil was up ALL NIGHT painting. There was leftover pain from the roof/ceiling, so of course TWAT hadda paint-literally-everything. Really????? Do you pain window frames? METAL window frames? Using the same paint you used on wooden doors??????? Fucking nut case.

THEN, It actually has the tits to think it's gonna do my den. Amazing. Fucking amazing. the living room is literally a shambles, but It thinks It has a say re: my den.

Happy fucking birthday to me.

A dollar store card, a Dunkin donuts gift card and a $15 Applebees card. Amazing.

Thank God for my peeps.

Day 1165

wow!!!!!

FINALLY cut the cord. There was the last Spin class scheduled until they get they get their shit together. (remember last week was a conversation while cycling, hardly a class). So fuck it, I ran. Felt REALLY good. Got my miles damnit!!!!!

Once again proving, life can fall to shit, but put one foot in front of the other, and all can be well. WAS weird NOT seeing my usual peeps, but a couple were out there. Suffice to say, I wasn't alone (even though I left Toxichouse an hour later-it WAS, after all, a day off from the job. Of course, THAT'S theoretical, I always end up going in. You would too if you lived where I do).

This weekend, Staten Island Half...if..........rain predicted. We will see. Rain predicted for Sat night into Sun. If it's raining Sunday am, fuck it, I ain't doing a half in the rain.

We will see.

Day 1164

close, SO close

ALMOST made a clean entry.

Had our club bored/membership yesterday. Went well.

Got into Toxichouse, quiet. THEN, It comes in. Starts on a tear, again. What a fucking pain. PLEASE go away!!!!! AND, after all the fuss about the den door, It has NOTHING to say. No ideas, no contribution (and who, by the way, IS paying for all this???). Think it's easy? Meanwhile, for HOW many weeks has Stoney's bike had a flat? Nooo, better to spend your $ on weed. Moron. And of course, does Bitch do anything? No, of course not. Critique all, do jackshit.

This am, misting, but got my miles. REALLY dragging, but I made it! Feels good.

Day 1163

So, after It rages about the den, promising to go to Loews etc...where is It??? A series of medical appointments. Jeez, how do you spell "displacement?" Fucking shipwreck. It is HELL bent on using the den as Grand Central-despite having 2 other exits. Yesterday, as painters do, there were tarps everywhere, plastic sheeting preventing access...until It struck. Tore thru all of it. And Stoney wonders why things fall to shit.

BUT, this am, got my miles. Tired of the 6am class bullshit, wherein the Instructor whines about their boss, or no one shows for class. More running more gooder. THEN, to ramp things up a bit, Spin class as well.

EXHAUSTED, but feeling REALLY good.

Icing on the cake: paid for The Big One bus @ Runner's Edge.

KNEW that was coming

Of course I got The Call. Psycho got my new # from the kid doing the den, FREAKING that I was (gasp) actually having The Mancave done, specifically: the back door being walled up. Now think, there's the front door and side door, but THAT would blunt the Bitch's efforts to sabotage everything, a.k.a.: rather than walk the dog or use the other doors, It HAS to trapise thru the den. Typical.

But wait, it gets better. It tells the kid to wait while It decides what It wants done. ??????? I indicate to him, he should not go a penny over the $ he has, taking great care to guard his profit margin and not do us any favors. He apokogized, indicating he couldn't lie to It. I explained he didn't owe an explanation, that he was warned he was walking into a shitstorm.

Imagine, The Bitch actually thinks It has a right to give Its 2 cents worth. Better: It actually thinks It can click Its heels, pick something It wants done, n' I'm gonna pay for it. Amazing. Truly amazing.

It destroys/decorates the living room-in  which I'm not welcome. It destroys the basement-which I'd make PERFECT in Its absence. It destroys/decorates the bedroom-which It doesn't sleep in. It destroys/fills Stoney's room with CRAP, everywhere.

But 1)I pay to have the roof repaired, but 2)have NO say over anything else.

Utterly amazing.

Take some more meds. Better, drink too much coffee to stay up too late to do your Avon orders, then take a sleeping pill, THEN sponsor half the planet having convinced them you're a model of sobriety.

You could tell the kid felt bad. He witnessed how mental the Bitch is. Good.

And Stoney wonders why things are falling to bits? Does The Bitch lift a finger to do ANYTHING? THEN, when someone does, It sabotages EVERYTHING.

Fuck it. I tried.

And yes, changed my number, again. WhattheFUCK possesses It to think It has a right to call the Batphone????? As if anything It ever called about was an emergency? AND It has the balls to call me "smartass" for changing the number. It has NO clue that It CANNOT call a work phone with psycho shit.

Good, wait 'til Stoney asks for hangout money. First bank of dad is officially closed.

Day 1162

So far, so what

Ok, the roof/ceiling thing is doing well. Thank you GOD. At least SOMETHING is doing ok.

Of course, Stoney and his Bitch mom haven't yet learned. Shit is STILL piled against the side door. Of course, the dog THEY begged for is STILL not taken for a walk. Better to let him in the backyard to shit on the grass. Lazy assholes.

So, last eve, time to kill, hit a meeting. (no coincidences). Sitting directly across from me, a peep from 20+ years ago. Didn't recognize me, and me being me, I said nothing. Great to see him, tickled me endlessly.

This am, got my miles. REALLY felt good.

Tonight, Spin?

Day 1161

...like I NEED this?????

Normally, someone doing something in the home is supported. But WE know better don't we? Both Sybil AND Stoney are on my case about the den. I can't WAIT until they try letting Hulk out from the side door. FIRST, you havta push through the barrage of "hoarders" crap Sybil stacked up there.

Imagine, the comment was "the den would make a nice hangout for Keith and his friends." JEEEEEZ. I now understand: do all the work, pay the bills, and get shit on. Have either of them lifted a finger? When was the last time either picked up dog shit-but yet critique where I put it??? When did either vacuum the den? Yet they LOVE treating it like Grand Central Station. Amazing. Truly amazing.

So, this am, Pilates and Spin. Feels REALLY good.