Day 1222

Ahhhhhhh

A day off, sorta. Two pinheads HADDA call me, the downside of being on call, but otherwise, peace.

Bitch woke up, took exception to my existing within the same 4 walls, and disappeared. Good.

So, the house to myself. God IS good. I can actually chill. THIS is nice!!!!!

Day 1221

Frightening

Came in to a shipwreck. Dirty clothes all over the dining room table (yes, underwear as well), food everywhere ("we have mice!"). When Sybil enters, has a fit that I (gasp!) am "SO o.c.d." that I put aples in the fridge. Yes, you read that correctly. The TWAT leaves dirty laundry ON THE DINING ROOM TABLE, complains we have mice, yet goes ballistic that I had the temerity (or as it puts it "You're SO o.c.d."-as if if It has ANY idea of whence it speaks?????) to actually put food in the fridge. Amazing.

This am, the TWAT blew a circuit breaker-again, it's a daily thing for the idiot. Hence, again, a cold environment.

Comes in for 15 minutes, rages that I put food in the fridge-after leaving the place a disaster area (people I showed pix to ask if this was damage from the hurricane), leaves for the rest of the night, comes back in and kills power to the place.

STILL think I make this crap up?

Day 1220

!

Last night, HOT!

Everest, the first opening act, DIDN'T suck. Nice. AND, took the stage on time.

Patti Smith, also, took the stage on time. Kicked ASS! Amazing. 65 years old, and still kicks ass like in the Max's Kansas City years. Closed with G-L-O-R-IIIIIIII, G-L-O-R-I-A! Amazing.

Neil? What can you say? The down side, I had to split @ the halfway point, but it was astonishing. Same stage as '79, the guy IS a collector! Took me back to Cathedral College, and the Rust Never Sleeps tour. Remembered that "whattheFUCK" feeling when I got back to the dorm. BLEW my mind. Last night, no different. His comment re: Garden renovations "I like what you've done with the place." Amazing. fucking amazing.

AND, with my peep, 8 rows back, MORE peeps-purely by chance!

GREAT night. Thanks Neil!!!!!

Day 1219

ClosER

The good news: Neil tonight.

The bad news: 2 opening acts, miss the season finale of Sons of Anarchy, and get in really late. Not such a major concern since there's really no home for me. I'm in the bathroom this am geting chewed out. Really. Amazing. Can't even seek solace there. Hurts.

But, tonight, we rock!!!!! Funny, a usual suspect will be sitting 9 rows behind us. Funny.

Day 1218

Monday, Monday

Monday morning gym workouts are always weird. Pilates is tough, nothing compared to the weekend's races, but tough. Manana's more chaos, gonna be a late night, but worth it.  ;)

Felt good.

Day 1217

SUCKED, but...

At least I was there!

Did Rob's Run. Why? Dunno, except, this was one of those "you gotta do it if you live on Long Island" runs. SUCKED big time, but, I did the 5 for 5.

Thank GOD Thanksgiving is over.

Day 1216

That DIDN'T suck

Did the fourth of five thanksgiving races. THIS one was xc, no small feat, BUT, I didn't havta walk any of it!!!!! THAT was the good news. the OTHER news? I STILL came in @ 10:30. Damn. Can't break 10 mins.

BUT, I also won a raffle! THAT, again, was the good news. The OTHER news: basket of cheer. Hey, a winning is a winning.

Stoney asked to have his gym membership renewed. Was a good chance to speak with him re: it's gonna take me til the end of Jan to pay for The Gate. Thereafter, the gym membership is his.

He really has no clue, but thankfully, a gym membership is worth it.

Day 1215

Day 3/5

This am, the John The Baptist Run Your Turkey Off 4k. No biggie, a nice flat 4k, but something to get you away from Psychotwat.

Be nice to, again, see my Long Island usual suspects.

Day 1214

2/5!

Did the Tues midday 5k. Today, Oyster Bay 5k-Thanksgiving run. Was s'posed to be flat, right. But did ok. Ran w/a peep. He was speaking of a messed up achilles, STILL kicked my ass. It's ok. I finished.

Manana 4k, Saturday 5k, Sunday 5k xc. The shit I do.

Pray for me, dealing with Sybil is tough.

Did the family Thanksgiving thing. Prepped myself-stopped by the job to get some gratitude. Patients are great.

Then, there was THEM. Uncle Pete/Pedrito is always cool, now sees me as his bro, as opposed to younger bro. We both were amazed The Priest showed.

Sybil, Twat that It is, spoke of It and Stoney going on another cruise. "Before I got married I went all the time." Don't cotnribute to ANY bills, yet have the balls to utter such a thing. And, lest we forget, went to Aruba the SAME year It stopped contributing to bills. Hence, since then, no oil heat (but it's ok to have portable electric heaters-I pay the electric bill).

Fortunately, between seeing my peeps this am, the peeps @ the job, and Pedrito, I was cool.

Good thing I have family. If had T'giving with Its family, we'd be eating in a cemetary.

the menu: drumstick, white meat turkey, ham, prime rib, fish, veggies, salad, and coffee. LOTS of meat there, but THAT was my version of pigging out.

Now, after It came into Toxichouse to puke (good), they left to go to a groupie's house. Good. Have the place to myself.

Thanks God.

Day 1213

Mejor!

Nights like last night show how things COULD be.

Cheap Trick and Aerosmith @ MSG. Really good. Third time this year for Cheap Trick. @ The Coliseum, The Paramount, and last night @ MSG. Aerosmith was really good, but loves me some Cheap Trick. (pic below).

Went with a peep, again showing how lovely things COULD be, if you dialed down the crazy.

Meanwhile, back @ Toxichouse, Sybil whines about mice, while leaving a package with cookies under the couch in the living room........no, Virginia, you CAN'T make this stuff up.

This am, Spin. Why? Yesterday had a lunchtime 5k. FDNY. Translation: great eats! (hey, having to function in a self contained manner, you gots'ta fend fo' yo' sef').

Day 1212

Malaise

The good news: the kid next door replaced the broken fence.

The bad news: $800 I don't have. One month before Christmas. And you KNOW Bitch will rage that I didn't play Santa. Amazing.

All because It doesn't know how to close a gate, and can't be bothered trying.

No, it isn't easy. Not at all. Knowing nothing is good, I do nothing well, and receive zero support. Lovely. It destroys the fence, I'm stuck replacing it. Satan pays.

As if that wasn't enuf, It says we have mice. No shit. When It cooks, food is all over-literally-all over the floor. Stoney? Snacks in his room. But I have o.c.d. Right.

No wonder I feel like shit. It asks my opinion of the lovely job he did replacing the fence, not giving a thought to paying for it. I'm nauseous even thinking of it. Having work done for which you have no cash. Wrong. Just wrong.

But, It WILL purchase a buttload of gifts for Its groupies.

Hurts, bad. Especially knowing nothing is appreciated.

Day 1211

Silly season

With the weekend's 4milers behind me, heaving a sigh of relief. Sucked @ both, but after The Big One was cancelled, climbing back on the horse hasd been tough. With zero support @ Toxichouse, it's REALLY tough sometimes. The one friggin' thing I live for, but, it is what it is.

With that, Pilates this am. Didn't wanna get outta bed. Too much hitting the fan @ the job. Actually dreaded going in, but of course, it ISN'T ever THAT bad.

So, Pilates felt ok.

Day 1210

Done, for now.

Did the NYRR 4m, glad I did. Felt GREAT to be the HELL outta the Bitch's environs. BUT, STILL reeling from yesterday's assault. Remember, it hadda clear out Its closet for cable guy. Lo and behold, cable guy didn't need to access that part-how the fuck was I to know. That translated into Its reason to go off. And again, leave Its son all alone, for another Sunday. but remember, I'm Satan.

I never buy.....I never use my $ for.....BUT, who the fuck pays every friggin' bill??? Who gets stuck for $800 to fix the fence the Bitch left hanging in the wind? And exacerbating THAT, yesterday, it leaves the back door wide open.

But I'm Satan.

Today, Satan ran. Life is good. Of course, got passed by Big Bird (he's in his 60's), but then again, he has support. I got jack shit. But I DO have me. All I need.

Day 1209

Better, but

Ok, did the Lynbrook 4m. Didn't TOTALLY suck (one of my peeps was a minute behind me, not bad. but I still suck), but that wasn't the reason I did it.

I hadda, to reconnect with my Long Island peeps.

That was the good news.

All hell broke loose on the job, but that could be handled. It IS, after all, called "work."

The problem was, of course, Toxichouse.

You could tell UberBitch was seeing Its groupies. I guess going to mass is a hobby, didn't have too hard a time blowing THAT off because its main groupie is in town. Translation, It has the right to rage, on the street, in full view of the neighbors. Good. let 'em see what a psychobitch does. But, of course, I'm Satan-remember that. Convenient excuse to avoid any responsibility. Its shit is piled all over the bedroom-cable guy needed access to lines. So, of course, Thursday, Grey's Anatomy was more important than cleaning up Its hoarders debris. Today and yesterday? Its groupies are in town. Of course, It regales the neighborhood with tales of my failings, while demanding an accounting of my finances. All in the presence of my son. Of course, THAT provides an opportunity to accuse me of stealing his longboard rather than have the wheels fixed. Really psychotic.

Amazing.

Bitch. Pure unadulterated Bitch.

Nice to be the perpetual victim. convenient to nest in the role of cancer victim. It's only been ten fucking years, get over it.

Useless Bitch.

Then again, I AM Satan.

Day 1208

GRRRRRRRR!!!

Internet down @ Toxichouse, Stoney tells me they'll be there bet 2-8pm. Of COURSE neither he nor Sybil are there, so guess who's lap this falls into. And guess what? NO ONE SHOWED!!!!!!! Again, it's all on me, and THEY are nowhere to be found.

So, still no internet there. Good.

Day 1207

Whewwww!!!!!

Last night's bored/membership meeting DIDN'T totally suck. Though I WAS wiped out from an after walk run, the run itself DID, after all, have walk breaks due to fallen trees. Nontheless, the meeting ended on a high note. Sassone has a hard on for me, but let him have his issues. Somewhere within, his heart is in the right place.

This am, Spin class. Nice. Feeling better.

Day 1206

Better than expected!

Ok, yesterday I call, folowing a call from my fixit guy. $800 to fix the gate!!!!! All because Uber Bitch couldn't be bothered remembering to close it properly. AND, adding insult to injury, Stoney clueless re: sure, just print up some $.

Turns out, he cleared some tree branches from the fence. Turns out the Stoner ain't totally useless.

AND, as Its birthday was yesterday, It was on Its better behavior.

Not worth $800, but not bad.

Tonight, run. Not my usual predawn run, but can't do THAT with the threat of a fallen tree poking my eye out. I'll scope it this evening (we have a club meeting tonight), so it'll be a win win all around.

Day 1205

Knew it!!!!!

Came in yesterday, Hulk'd escaped. Chewed through his leash, attacked another dog. Good. If he hadn't been leashed, and instead taken for a walk, this wouldn't have happened.

Sure enough, Stoney took him for a walk yesterday evening.

Of course, let's reexamine the obvious. I paid for the side and front doors to have locks placed on them, why are THEY not used?????? Because Grand Central Station-MY den, wouldn't then be part of the equation. They LOVE sabotgaging me. The side door? Piled high with Its hoarders crap-Stoney wouldn't even touch it for fear of Its psychotic reaction.

No, it isn't easy.

Tonight, Spin. Gonna feel TOO good!!!!!

Day 1204

wow

Sometimes if you let God do His thing, it works!

This am, went to the gym to grab a locker then head out for a run. I'm intercepted @ the front desk, indicating the Pilates instructor was looking for me. I was so accustomed to no classes, and today IS a holiday, I figured classes were off. Thank GOD I got half a class in. PLUS, got my miles. Everything worked out.

This is especially fortuitous as manana am is supposed to rain, so Spin tomorrow night.

How'd I get my miles in? Don't I usually take Mondays as a Pilates day? Sorta. Used to, but since they no longer have Monday Spin class, I need to get a proper workout, so this am was perfect. My Football Dad im, and texted me, hooked up with him. Though slower than usual-with built in breaks due to fallen trees, it balanced out well. Hald a Pilates class, my miles, and a nice guy to run with. God IS good.

Day 1203

Borrowed time

Like most things, neither Stoney nor Sybil listen, so they must deal with the result. I.E. I planned to seal off the back door, make the den a mancave. They FREAKED!!!!! They'd no longer be able to access Grand Central station. Sho' 'nuff, they can't anyway since they broke the door. Now that it's shut, opening it risks the possibility of NOT being able to again close it. If only they'd listened. It gets better-if they'd walked the fucking dog THEY wanted this wouldn't be an issue. Nope, easier to throw him in the backyard and let me clean the shit.

IF Bitch closed the gate properly, it wouldn't have blown off in the storm. But no, THAT'S somehow my fault as well.

Good. Fuck 'em.

Last night It took him to the movies. Let that sink in. A 17 year old taken to the movies by someone OTHER than a girlfriend. Couldn't be our local theater-he was embarassed to be seen by his peeps. Rightfully so.

So, I'm gonna be out $500 at least to get this goddamned fence fixed. and MY return on investment? I will again have my den turned into Grand Central Station.

Last night? Before leaving, It FREAKS that I was using Its blanket. Bastard ain't I? I'm talkin', RIPPED it off me. Bitch IS nuts.

No, it isn't easy.

Day 1202

Finish line's in sight!

Ok, Spin + 3m this am. The Spin class was weird. People be buggin'.

You could tell people hadn't been to the gym, especially when the instructor announced this as the "After the Storm" class. Place was packed. Felt good.

The Line was cleared of trees, but no Striders. Sucks for them, but I got my miles.

Now for Toxichouse.

With the broken back door, they that begged for a dog put him out front. Tied to a tree. nice.

So, Jeff, the busybody neighbor from across the street, addict, married to Snaggletooth (the Cher look alike who wanted to do me while Sybil was in the hospital), rings the doorbell asking Sybil if It remembered Its dog was out front. Actually asked it "how would YOU like..." Good. It FINALLY sees what a dick he is.

Day 1201

Sooooo close!!!!!

Gym this am, SAUNA WORKING!!!!! Most of the peeps still m.i.a., but desk guy was there, and I was there.

Reports that NYRR is giving finisher's medals to they that drop by. dunno how I feel about that.

Manana, either Spin or The Line. This time of year is dodgy-mud/puddles from the melting snow.

Day 1200

:)

Babysteps kiddies, babysteps.

No joke. The GOOD news: the gym was open (YAYYYYYY).

Bad news: sauna on the fritz (GRRRRRRR)

Hey, take what you can get. At least I was able to reconnect. And of course, the usual suspects were there, basketball guy and gnome. The icing on the cake, Carol was on the desk. A kindred spirit. Minions couldn't get to the job, so bosses roll up their sleeves and do what it takes. Bless her.

Felt good.

Now, if this conspiracy to keep me from running would pass.......Marathon a no go, gym closed, gym opens BUT SNOW. JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ.

...and again, remember, I do nothing per Sybil.

But wait! It got better!!!!!!! (shit sandwich grows exponentially). Last evening, It enters and proceeds to tell ME what my role is as husband. And yes, I reminded It of Its role as wife, which It hasn't fulfilled in 10 years. Does it cook? Clean? Fulfill her "wifely duties?" No on all countsd. Kills me that Stoney drank Its kool-aid, but hey, it is what it is.

see pic below, sums it up.

Day 1199

"I'm the only one that does anything....."

Can you believe It uttered these words????????

Came in yesterday, put the dog out, back door won't close. Bottom seal shot, of course I havta.....two wastes of flesh in those 4 walls, did either lift a finger? Of course not. Fortunately, my man next door bailed me out. The door was shut. Now, today we have ANOTHER Noreaster, so closing it was very important. Now, remember, when I had the roof repaired, the plan had been to seal that door. Sure enough, if my plan had been executed, yesterday wouldn't have ever happened.

Adding insult to injury, my man says each part (there are 2) of the gate that broke because It couldn't be bothered closing it, costs $250. Thus, I'm out $500+ because this asshole can't be bothered properly closing a gate!!!!!

But It is the only one who does anything???????????? It invited an elderly woman to stay with us, then is out all day, leaving a 17 year old in charge??????

It wants a dog, yet never cleans up thereafter??? THEN takes exception to where I put the dogpoop??????? REALLY good at evading any responsibility isn't It???????? But God forbid I have a mancave!

But wait, it got better. When options were discussed, i.e. use the side door or front door, It says use the front to put Hulk out as the side door has "too much crap" blocking it. Let that sink in: MOVE THE CRAP!!!!!!!!!!! No, instead, use the front door to put the dog out? Noooo, wait, it got EVEN better!!!!! WALK THE DOG!!!!! THAT requires...ummmmm.....what's the word.....WORK? Not @ MY address. Better to tear ME a new one for fixing the roof and painting the den, cast aspersions on hard work, but you yourself do NOTHING. Amazing.

Yet, the two of them lift not a finger.

Yet It perceives Itself as the only one...........psycho.

Day 1198

So it goes.....

Gas lines continue, gym STILL closed. Good. Sucks, but good. Between the energy involved in the daily commute, and and drama in Toxichouse, my hands are full.

Wish I had the time, but the gym's closure just makes the options narrower-good.

Day 1197

Progress?

Gas lines are ridiculous, BUT the gym IS open. Ok, babysteps.

Unfortunately, the energy I'd use running or working out is now applied to the commute.

This am, sardines on the lirr. Packed. I'm talking PACKED.

But, I made it. Of course, SHOULD'A been a day off, my traditional "day after The Big One" off, but was not to be.

Day 1196

Weeeeeeird

Sucks to NOT have the one thing you've been gearing up to. Kind'a like Christmas being cancelled.

Worse to have the TWAT living under my roof on a rampage, as even, now, my privacy is taken from me. It is kind enough to open MY home to some 92 year old jewish woman. That, in and of itself isn't the issue. IT proceeds to disappear all day!!!!! Fucking incredible.

Fuck this, really. The one fucking thing I relish and now THAT's no more. Damn.

Day 1195

shit

First The Big One's on, now cancelled. Fuck.

The ONE fucking thing that was good in all this shit, gone.

Fortunately, my peeps and I STILL had our pre race dinner. The menu mightn't have been as carb heavy, but The Quebec Crew was there! What a pleasure.

Of course, it hurts more than anything that Toxichouse exacerbates it all. Stoney vandalizing my things, and Sybil cursing my existence. Another example: today, I'm eating: eggs and pasta. It goes into a rage about my using the pasta. Fucking amazing. I really have to beg permission to breathe. Fucking cunt.

But again, my peeps are there. Football dad George called (he still lacks power). Tom called, he's just totally out of everything. After marrying Yoko, he's lives outta the loop.

Never ever felt so alone, but my peeps are an arms length away.

DOES blow my mind how so few grasp the necessity of The Big One. Really defines ignorance.

Day 1194

This is gonna hurt

Ok, TRIED to chill last night, It comes in, all kinds'a noise. Singing @ the top of Its lungs, slamming cabinet doors...you know the drill.

I was there this am, repeated Its behavior, Stoney follows me outside pissed that I was doing this on purpose. So, lemme unnerstan, it's ok for Sybil but not for anyone else? Let's see where THIS goes.

This am, gym STILL closed. All things considered, good. Force my ass to rest.

Yesterday, though took the cake. Free mta, nice. BUT, stations desolate. See the pic below. Really creepy. Escape from NY/End of Days type shit.

Hurts that so many don't grasp why it's so important to hold The Big One. They also don't understand the need for life to go on. Not to mention the income generated.

Hurts worse that I'm so alone in this. Oh well. It is what it is.

Day 1193

Getting there, little by slowly

Ok, the gym is STILL closed, but not an entirely bad thing. This week WAS supposed to be a taper, guess it's now a forced taper. Not even a Spin class. Not, again, entirely bad.

The good news? The Big One is resoundingly on!!!!! Good.

Bad news: they that exist under my roof are truly useless. With the gate gone, do they walk the dog THEY wanted? Of course not. Thorw a leash around the basketball stabd, leave him out. Did they even lift a finger to clean up debris after the storm? Of course not. BUT, It goes to Baldwin to play the "lean on me" role in THEIR home devastation, and Stoney is out with his peeps. Fuck 'em. Sunday, I have my event of the year.