I walked out the back door yesterday morning, along side the property bidding my adioses to my dogs as I was walking towards the gate. They kinda follow me the whole way. Went through the gate, was opening my car when who shows up. The neighbor with the "lost" cat. It was 5:30am, I was in NO mood to listen to him mouthing off.
"What'd you do with my cat?" I didn't answer him, instead told him to bug off. "Where's my cat?" Again, told him to piss off. He has been on my bad side ever since he threatened to have me killed and I will not speak to him in any sense of the word "conversation". I will tell him exactly how I feel about him; I will tell him to leave me alone. I will tell him if he doesn't leave me alone, I am going to call the police, but I am NOT getting into any kind of discussion with him.
I got into my car and he flipped me the birdie. It was surprising to see him out there that early, even more so that he appeared out of the dark. He had been sitting on a chair in the middle of my next door neighbor's lot, either waiting for his kitty to show up or waiting for me to come out - or both.
Twice during the work day, I get a phone call from home declaring this guy is getting into everyone's face that lives here asking about the cat. When I got home, well, he wasn't anywhere to be seen. I was ready to simply call the police, yet again. I'm going to have to carry my camera around with me, apparently, while doing anything outside to catch this nonsense on camera, if at all possible.
I am finally starting to feel better, though I have a lingering problem that I don't care to discuss online - or with anyone for that matter - aftermath of illness or side effects of the drugs, I am not sure which. Regardless, if I feel this good tomorrow, I might do some light duty work outside just to get a start on it. Or not. Perhaps the best idea is to just rest and get all better. Guess I'll make that decision when tomorrow comes.
Feeling rather crappy this week and still ended up with almost 5 hours OT. Didn't really want to do that, but I'm at work, I have to do whatever comes along including staying over if necessary.
Got home from work today, nothing. Neither one of the two neighborhood trolls were out there. The 47 year old homeless methhead was out there working away. I won't say the guy won't work, just that he apparently can't get off the drugs long enough to keep a job.
Whatever the case, the other room is rented and the man has already moved in. I had numerous female respondents to my latest room rental ad, but I figured I better just stick with the guys considering the abysmal history I have with ladies in this house. A few good ones, the rest prostitutes or meth heads. What, is this neighborhood a magnet for meth users? This guy is a professional businessman - which made me wonder why he would want to rent a third bedroom in a house full of renters - excepting his work is 1-1/2 miles away.
Did I mention I went to bed at 7:00 pm last night? I actually got 8 hours of sleep - I was in bed 10 hours.
Did I also mention that I weighed myself today and it was at 189 pounds? I haven't even been trying to diet in the last week and a half or so - when I get sick I just eat whatever's available. Now that I think about it, that's been a lot of soup. Soup diet, there ya go. I haven't been below 190 in a long time now.
I have some things to get done, done with this one.
Later.
ben
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