Had to stop running after just 6 minutes and 37 calories due to knee pain right above my left knee. I guess it’s because I worked out so damn long and hard yesterday. I even slept forever, too. Like around 12 hours. I guess PMS could have a hand in it as well. I usually only sleep for the typical 8 hours.

I wanted to work out for an hour till my body reminded me that hey, I’m 46, not 26, so I’ll be taking the next couple of days off. I will work my arms and abs today instead.

When I walked past the mirror and saw my distinct hourglass shape and muscle tone, again I thought it kind of sad to know that these are the last of the days with a body even some of the 20-somethings would kill to have. But I made up my mind that I would stop driving myself crazy with diet and hunger and therefore I can expect to come up about a pound a day for God knows how long. I wasn’t up a pound today, though, because I slept so long.

A cold tried to start in my throat but as soon as I felt the scratchiness I scalded and killed it with hot coffee. No cold for me! :) So long as they don’t get me in my sleep I can kill them before they amount to much.

I had to laugh when I read someone who’s pretty out of shape say they’re going to run 4 or 5 MPH the next day. People often equate speed with cars in their minds, but people aren’t cars. They just don’t realize how fast that is for humans and how hard it is to sustain. Believe me, if you’re just starting out, 4 MPH will damn near have you winded as hell in just 30 seconds, and 5 MPH will kill you. It takes months of training to work up to those speeds. 6 MPH, which is basically running like the devil’s chasing you, was once pretty undoable for me. Some of the pros run at 10-12, something I’ll never even come close to.

Alison’s not doing a very good job at all of hiding her new thoughts.com blog from the troll. I accepted her friend invite on my old account, but doesn’t she realize the troll, who still checks me out regularly and who still confesses in her own blog to still having “urges” to look her up, will find her through me? Sometimes I wonder if she likes playing these cat-and-mouse games, but I know she definitely isn’t liking the idea of the troll arriving in Des Moines in a few days.

As for me, I wouldn’t give a shit if she were in my town and even knew where I lived because most people couldn’t take me due to the combination of me being fit and lighter than most people and therefore able to move quicker. I’d rather a big, tall unfit man come at me than some other fit chick around my size. If I couldn’t kick someone’s ass, though, I could probably outrun them. Once this body falls apart then I guess I’ll have to rely on my temper alone and hope for the best.

I was looking up the symptoms of hypothyroidism and I sure do have a lot of them. Enough to make me wonder. I asked Tom for his opinion. He says he thinks it’s possible but not likely.

Speaking of urges, I had to laugh at the thought of unfriending the drama queen on Facebook. She would notice this in less than a week and ask me about it via email. That’s when I’d deny it and say that I thought she unfriended me, LOL.

I had a million dreams and did not like the one where I was in the kitchen when there was a knock on the door. “Sherriff’s office!” a pig called out. I don’t just worry about them fabricating bullshit, I worry about them fabricating federal bullshit, enabling them to extradite me, and they would come on a Friday and leave me helpless all weekend. If they pick you up on a Friday evening you’d probably have to wait till Monday morning to speak to a lawyer unless someone bailed you out or you had enough money to hire a pay lawyer. I would definitely be stuck in Arizona indefinitely if I were extradited there. I would refuse a public defender since they would only make matters worse for me. I would refuse to waste money buying a lawyer. I wouldn’t want Tom wasting time and money to come fetch me, and no one else would give a shit that could actually help me and get me out of there which meant my only hope would be escaping and hitching a ride back up here.

Tom said they can’t just come and snatch a person up like that and drag them off to another state. There are all kinds of legal steps one has to take first. They’d have to request extradition from California, and even if California may think Arizona has some seriously questionable laws and sentences, why would they say no? Pigs are all one of their own to each other no matter where they are. States like Arizona and Texas will extradite you over a traffic ticket anyway, so I’m going to keep things as quiet as I can in here today even if it means having to hear Jesse’s shit.

I heard that insanely loud vehicle that isn’t any of Jesse’s regular vehicles yesterday and I still can’t figure out what it is. I just wish this one guy who’s over 100’ away wouldn’t always, always have one outdoor project after another going on. I wish he would get himself a computer and get totally addicted to it, but he’s just not the type.

I might even start taking a break myself from going online on weekends. Just like it’s not healthy to be home every single day, day after day, week after week, is it really healthy to be online every single day? Sometimes I just like to take a break from the same old, same old, and weekends are when I’m busiest anyway doing things with my better half. I just wish he wouldn’t spend so much time watching shows and movies when he’s home. I understand he wants to relax and do things he enjoys on his days off, but it not only bogs the connection but also makes it hard for me to run out and tell/ask him things.

The heat woke me up yesterday and I had to get up and blast the fan. The poor guy came home to a sauna and had to open windows. His worthless wife should be up late enough to open windows for him. God, I hate how this little shitbox gets so cold and so hot so easily!

We sure were in a bigger place in my dreams the other night. The dining room alone was twice the size of this entire place. The previous people left tons of tables in it and I decided to “downsize” since we didn’t need 8-10 tables. My idea of downsizing, though, was just pushing them all together and forming one giant table, LOL.

Shit, shit, shit! The scratchiness is back and Tom feels like shit himself. I hope we aren’t coming down with anything! He’s got to work and I’ve still got some laundry and cleaning to do. I also want to work my arms and abs like I said before.

Later…

Couldn’t even make it till noon before I got sick of the loud vehicles and barking and had to turn the sound machine on just so I could concentrate on my story. Well, after I let the rat out for a while who sometimes likes to nap on the futon. What’s his obsession lately for trimming my fingernails and nibbling on my chin? LOL

I shared an article with Andy dealing with the reverse discrimination running rampant in this damn country and am thrilled to see the issue is finally being addressed. Not nearly as much as it should be, but it’s a start. He said it was about time whites got a taste of what blacks go through on a daily basis. Okay, so I won’t try to change his way of thinking - you know me - but I disagree. First of all, when you’re being favored by the law and in the job market and basically everywhere else, I’d say you have it pretty damn easy these days. Hey, if you can’t be charged with a hate crime and you can have pageants and stations all for your own color without being called racists or bigots, you’ve really got it good.

Secondly, do two wrongs really make a right? Should we really be shitting on whites simply because blacks were once treated so horribly and so unfairly, some of which were brought on by their own poor attitude and behavior? My first instinct is to say that we should be striving for equality, and we should, but… why is it I can’t help but laugh at the growing number of cases of violence against men? It’s true, though, that instead of saying that men shouldn’t be abused any more than women should be, I say it’s about fucking time women started fighting back, giving them a taste of their own medicine and showing them what can happen if they either take swings at a woman first or provoke her in some way. It’s especially hard for me to pity the ones who start a fight by striking out first or who have been told by the woman, “Hey back off. I’m in a bad mood, etc.” There are only so many times a woman can tell a man to back off and leave her the fuck alone before she loses her temper. Anyway, right or wrong, it’s about time! But I really only like to see “payback” occur to those who deserve it. If a white person hasn’t done anything wrong to a black person but gets shit on by one or discriminated in the ways they once were, what are they “getting a taste” of? The pigs that beat up on Rodney King; those are the ones needing some serious medication. Not some innocent white person who never did a damn thing wrong to blacks. My old neighbors made it clear to me and had no qualms whatsoever in letting me know they despised whites, so unless I was their slave master in a previous life, I sure as hell didn’t deserve what I got from them.

Speaking of getting things one doesn’t deserve, poor Alison. She has a problem with stuttering and a couple came up and asked her for directions the other day. She stuttered when giving directions, then the woman turned to the man and said, “Forget the retard.”

That is so cruel. She said that even though she knows it’s not her fault, she still feels helpless and bothered by it, and comments like that don’t help at all. I can totally relate. My sleep disorder isn’t my fault yet when I couldn’t be up to open windows yesterday, for example, to keep the place from becoming a sauna in the afternoon like it sometimes does, that “worthless wife” feeling came over me even though I know Tom doesn’t blame me or anything like that.

I’m seriously starting to wonder if Jesse’s having so much trouble getting his disability and or retirement funds started that he’s either dealing drugs or doing something shady up there. Between 7:15 and 10:00 he came and went 3 times. Then a very loud white pickup with a matching shell drove up and left just a second later. Finally, Jesse left on the motorcycle a few minutes ago. So that’s 9 times I had to hear shit up there and it’s not even noon! :( Forget about all the barking I’ve heard, too.

I don’t know if Jesse’s the type to deal drugs, desperate or not, but let’s just say that I wouldn’t say he’d be the last person on earth to do so. I don’t know what’s going on up there. I only know I’m sick of hearing so much shit from this little cock!

Later…

Why is it that sometimes what comes around isn’t always what goes around in the first place? As Andy said, he’s never in his life made a date and then ended up not calling or showing up for it, so then why does it keep happening to him over and over again?

Well, I have a question of my own regarding some undue karma I myself keep getting. I have never been a noisy, rude, disrespectful and obnoxious neighbor to any of my past neighbors. Okay, so I may’ve gotten a little loud a few times and had a hard time being all that quiet for those who didn’t give a damn about me, but in general, I’ve always been a good neighbor. So then why do I get one noisy neighbor after another in every single place I live? This has been going on for 20 years now with some being worse than others. No matter how many people are in the neighboring household, no matter what their ages, color, sex or race, they always drive me crazy. Again, some have been considerably worse than others. It used to be I’d always get the extremes - large Mormon families, welfare bums, college kids… But even single older people find a way to grate on my nerves.

So if Andy’s never stood anyone up and if I’ve always been a decent neighbor, then whose taste of whose medicine have we been getting and why???