Concern for Dipshit!

A kind, Hungarian reader of my blog wondered if I ever thought Dipshit might have been kidnapped, hacked into pieces, and stuffed in a closet. No, i'm not concerned. I'm SURE now that he's at the shore. It IS odd, though, that no note was left. Notes are his thing. Perhaps some of my Mystery Absences are rubbing off on him? Perhaps he's finally thinking of me less as a father, husband, brother, good friend...and more so the Mere Financially Helpful Other Person In The House that I am. My CSI unit also picked up on a receipt on his desk that proves he was in NYC Monday night. So he came BACK from the shore Monday morning to go to work for ONE day? Odd. I really don't care. I'd just like to know where he is...to keep tabs and all, lol. I mean, I wasted tons of energy Tuesday getting flustered every time I heard the bus...expecting he'd be home in minutes to aggravate me.

The Hungarian also asked, almost desperately, if there wasn't ONE good thing about Dipshit? Here's what's good about him...in general, that I DO know him so well. OBSCENELY so. I can script his every move. And, maybe more so, he knows ME so well. Not well enough, obviously, that he doesn't infuriate me at every turn, but let's just say that he's well trained in the Moods and Wants of Gary. We both know how to navigate around each other. To obtain a new roommate at this point would be exhausting...like training a puppy. And so I make do. As best I can. Until I can escape. Ugh. It's so ridiculous. My life should NOT be this way. But having said that, it's really not that bad. Or is it?