Even When I'm Down, I'm Up

So . . . night before last I e-mailed my brother to let him know I could meet him at his job at around noon, only, I apparently didn't press "send." So, I reflexively sent it at about 10:30, which he didn't reply to, so I e-mailed again, in a more conciliatory tone, that I was having car problems and that I could meet him the next day, Friday, which is tomorrow. He didn't reply to that, either.

He's playing the "f*ck you" game. Smile while you twist the knife, but you're smiling because you actually do enjoy it. Bitch. And all because I called him on his bullsh*t e-mail from the previous-previous day that gave him the excuse to pretend to be ticked off. Bitch. Yes, I know I wrote that twice.

He said something like "given that I understand the sensitive situation you're in regarding the negotiations with (your lovely wife), I have not shared the details of our business together." Yeah, okay. And She Who Must Be Obeyed has every detail and date even before I do, yet, he's not uttered a word. I said that she must be prescient, but that I don't really care anymore. And I don't. He wasted nearly a year dragging his feet with the brokers when it could have been wrapped up in a week. Mom would be pissed, but she's not here, so, f*ck her, too, I guess. Then f*ck you, J.

Yes, no sh*t, I'm angry. I HAVE A GOOD REASON, I think.

So, I'm finding that this bunch of assholes are burning through my time. And yet, I'm the gift that keeps on giving. Well, no, I think not. Except that when I'm gone, at least S may notice the difference . . .

Here's what I did today:
- Woke at 8:30 after going to sleep at 2:30 AM
- Heated up some old coffee - I see that SWMBO decided that they gravy train had really passed and decided to lazily glom a can of QuickChek's finest brew. A miracle.
- Fed the kitties the last of the cat food. I guess the kid doesn't like them too much and SWMBO had told me a storyof how she once "accidentally" killed her cat. Yeah, okay.
- Went down to get my laundry out of the dryer. It was crumpled up in a ball on the pool table. Whatever Her Highness had washed last was still in the washer, moldy. I dried it, mold and all and started a load of my own. I used the clothes soap I bought last week and hid in my room as every time I bought clothes soap, D would use it up within two days. I guess she poured it down the drain so that I couldn't wash S's clothes. I suspect this as this is what happened to all of the cleaning supplies I've bought over the last year. And just because I don't see her do the crazy things she does, doesn't mean I'm not right on the mark, because I am.
- Collected other laundry and brought it upstairs or put it away in the linen closet.
- Collected 36 plastic bottles and bagged them.
- Assessed the trash sitch.
- Made my bed.
- Turned off S's air conditioner, opened a window and put the phone to charge.
- Rebooted my new phone and looked at solutions to my problem with a Javascript exception.
- Put my clothes in the dryer.
- Took a shower.
- Washed the kitchen, dining room and upstairs bathroom floors.
- Did 100 sit-ups. Okay - 70. Lifted a few times.
- Got dressed. Packed a bag, just in case my car broke down.
- Drove to work. Picked up the mail on the way. The E&S jerks sent me a debit notice, a week after the debit went through. Genius. The PSA was in there too, from my illustrious attorney.
- Worked. Gave R an entire dissertation on management. What am I doing there?
- Talked to my kid who was engrossed in homework. I called the home phone during the morning and D called me back. She called me back a little later and was rude, crazy and impossible.
- Went home, fearing the rain and the car, but it actually drove a little better, though going up hils at 30 MPH is not too much fun.
- Stopped at Pathmark to get catfood and 1 roll of toilet paper. $3.68. I need to present that to the judge for reimbursement. On my way in, I encountered a Sherrif who said, loudly, "What's goin' on?" I said, "Not too much, yet." He said, louder still, "Huh?" in a sort of better-talk-louder-boy tone that I didn't like at all. I repeated myself, more loud-like. He chuckled and said, "Awright." He was then distracted by some rowdy teens in the next parking lot over and decided to eyeball that "situation." They weren't taking debit cards at the Patmark but the lady said,"We'll put it through as a credit." Then, I wondered, what the heck is the difference?
- Drove home.
- Fed the now-ravenous cats.
- Gave them water.
- Surveyed the mess in the kitchen and dining room I had cleaned up a scant twelve hours earlier and just muttered "no" to myself and turned away. I picked off a piece of Saran wrap that was stuck to my shoe and put it in the garbage can.
- Came up to my Lair, put my stuff down, typed this for 40 minutes and three bullets ago, realized I left my cigarettes in the car.
- Put on my coat, went downstairs, turned on the porch light, went to the car in the rain, got my cigarettes, came back here.
- Finished writing this.

Now, I'm done. I guess.