Four words that pained me..."Hey, how's it goin?"

It occurred to me yesterday that there was a chance I could go 4 weeks...basically a solid MONTH...without seeing Dipshit. I hadn't seen him since last Wednesday morning, and between his summer beach house and job, and my endless random lifestyle that I won't even get into, there existed a chance, if I manipulated my schedule right, that I could go until like September 1st, Labor Day, without seeing him. Sleeping doesn't count; last night, he was asleep when I got home, and this morning, he left before I got up. It's all about actually ENCOUNTERING him. Sigh...it was not to be. He came home earlier than I thought he would about an hour ago, and I was forced to utter the 4 words of the subject line. Eh, at least it was just 4 words. AND he left again within 10 minutes! SO...I'm gonna try this again now and see if I can go about THREE weeks without seeing him. I'd be very, very, VERY happy with 4 words spoken to him in a month's time. Must...craft...avoidance schedule...ASAP.