That Dipshit moratorium?

Well, I just referenced him, so I guess it's over. Wow, 12 days! Admittedly, I haven't seen him much, what with him being away for Xmas, then me being away. But in the, oh, 90 minutes he's just been home, my blood pressure's already boiling over. I don't even have the strength to write much now, and still DO wanna keep my diatribes on him to a minimum, but I WILL say I REALLY think I will soon embark on Operation Fake Endless Phonecalls to give him a 5% taste of what I have to endure. I'll turn my phone either off or put it on vibrate, and sit here TALKING AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS to no one over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over...for a few days. At the very least, it'll allow me to be creative. Like i'm in my own play. With no audience.

He also acted according to script when it came to my being away for a couple of days. I SOMEhow had the luck to avoid him till this afternoon, even though I got home at 4:30pm yesterday. On cue, when he first saw me, after my initial EXCRUCIATINGLY pained "hey," he followed with "were you housesitting?" This infuriates me on two levels. #1, I owe him zero explanation for where I am. #2, he thinks I'm housesitting whenever i'm gone. Yes, I've done it a lot. But i've also gone away a lot. He ALSO thinks I have all of 2 friends (hmm, tho with everyone fucking married with children and unable to communicate till the kids are off to college, he's not far off on this point), so I very deliberately said I was "at a friend's in CT." No name, just "a friend." Though even saying "CT" was too much info. *Disclaimer...I DO have a 2nd friend he's not aware of in CT, so this explanation for my absence IS plausible. OK, that's more than enough on him. I hate him and detest his presence more each day. Cheerio!