Day 1945

Told ya

All SEEMED quiet. Actually spent 6 minutes with Total Psycho Bitch in peace. Then...THEN...It went off.

We were in the bedroom, it rummaging through drawers getting what It perceived It needed for the night (a nightly ritual, you'd THINK it would take seconds. What do YOU need to get changed? Do YOU need to spend minutes going through drawers EVERY night? Of course not. but YOU'RE not a shipwreck.). I was on the other side of the bed, standing, waiting for It to get outta the way. THAT set It off. "You can't stand people looking at you (?????), " "COUNSELING!!!!! YOU NEED COUNSELING!!!" What a fucking mental bitch! I'm standing, silent, waiting for it to move. As a result, I get this? Not "how you feeling a day after the accident?" Fucking useless Bitch.

This am, Staten Island Half. HATE the drive, HATE the run, HATE the location. LOVE being away from Bitch.