Day 2032

Enter Toxichouse, Bitch on the couch (nice song title!). Apparently been ruminating, i.e. "when did you refinance? Do you pay the taxes....." Of course, my response: "call the mortgage company." Fucking moron. Too much unstructured time. Has nothing better to do than break balls. I thereafter responded with information about Chemo Brain and 'Roid Rage, of which It wanted to hear nothing. Fucking psycho Bitch.

On the good tip: 3 days off doesn't suck. Three, THREE, 3 classes @ the gym yesterday (4 actually): Stretching, Yoga, Pilates, Spin. This am: Spin. With temps in the teens, staying in.

Gotta outlive the assholes.