Holee fuck, it really is never a day without bullshit.  It's like...I say I need a peaceful day to handle some shit, like the lawyer stuff, the phone call that I waited for that never came, and preparing for tomorrow.  Nevermind why I need quiet, just...that I need it.

Three.  Separate.  Times.  Luiz came into my space, and started shit with me.    The actual reasons so petty, I'm not even going to get into it.  But they're all different and subtle, and fucking annoying.

It's like...I say I need a little tranquility, and I sort of moved shit around in my life so I can have a nice day, and there's a smell in the area that attracts him.  Like blood on calm water or something.  And the most infuriating thing is instead of leaving me in peace on days like today, he will come in and start conversations, all motherfiucking day.  Being annoying, saying annoying shit, bothering me over and over again with stuff that interests him and him alone....and then HYPER SERIOUSLY OVERREACT when I answer in kind.   He pops in here about twice an hour with some annoying shit.  I pause what I'm doing, writing, reading, going about placing a phone call, gaming, listening to a book, watching a show, neverfuckingmind, I pause it, every half hour to hear whatever he has on his mind.  I respond in a salty manner maybe once all day, and that escalates it into a huge blowout.

He succeeded the last time, because the answer is, if he doesn't remember something and I do, the obvious answer is that I am lying. If it's not in his memory, I fabricated it. He said that to me point blank.  That's just, the answer.  But, he won't let that answer die, because it doesn't make his ego feel good, so he will manipulate and harass and demand apology for me...because we remember the event differently.  I am ready to let it die at "ok, we remember things differently." Like I give a fuck.  But he won't let it die till I am full blown admitting that I'm deliberately lying, he was prepared to chase me from room to room, yelling at me because I'm lying, and Irv had to shout at him. By the way, this was about a game. That's stock fight thing number one.  It's getting super predictable.

Stock fight starter number two, which happened earlier this morning.  I say a thing, in a neutral tone.  He raises his voice into this self righteous boom (think:  "how DARE you?!!")...that's when it starts.  I am under no circumstances allowed to have sass, salt, or any sort of assertiveness when I speak to him, or I will get HOLLERED AT, accused, towered over, and generally berated. He's so fucking dense, that sometimes I am getting mad on his behalf, right?  Like I'll say something like "fuck those guys! They don't get you!" and he turns that fucking booming voice on me, and then I not only have to take all this time talking through his self righteous ego armor, like "no, I meant...no I'm not being salty with you, no...I meant fuck *them*" .  So, if he gets offended, no matter if I'm saying something good, bad, or neutral, if it triggers his very sensitive ego reaction, I am in for an afternoon of aggression.

His third stock fight is just straight up not doing something he needs to do around the house, till it becomes a hazard (see, 3.5 days of dishes left to rot in the sink in high summer...) and when someone brings it to his attention, he lashes out like an angsty teenager.  That one is getting super tired, and even Irv who never gets involved will tell him to stfu.  But, it still happens from time to time.

And of course, today is the day his 'friend' decides to pop by unannounced and walks in the house without knocking.  I'm not saying they're correlated, but...I'm just gonna note that here.

Irv got home a while ago and asked if I wanted to go do a few errands with him, and I said no, that I'm still waiting on the phone call, and that I would like a restful day.  I am living in a fucking fantasy world if I thought staying at home with Luiz in that weird aggressive "fuck with Lisa" mood he gets into would be any more restful than getting carted around to various stores.Getting smashed repeatedly in the face with a heavy book would be less anxiety inducing.