The Loneliness of the All

So, my daily blog, when I should be working on Ted's story. God & this hard science stuff is hard to write, I'd rather just be 2 old 2 rock-&-roll & 2 Jung to die--but I lack a magic flute. Or an atomic bong.

The Loneliness hasn't hit yet, the same way I didn't know the Music was my only friend until the End &/or when I met Timothy Leary. Mostly, it'll sink in about the time Bumble Bee Girl usually returns from work--she's in the Fargo of the Invisible Landscape today, along with Karen & Kathy, for her visit to the psychiatrist there tomorrow; I mean, there are no Invisible psychiatrists.

I hope Doc Larocque can discover what the problem is. Since her seizure, Trish has been acting differently, & the exit summary from the Invisible Hospital said she had some brain lesions. Or maybe she just needs more Zyprexa.

Wish I had a real atomic submarine. I'll have to talk to NJ Weedman about that--I'm planning to use him in my comic book. Harlan Ellison is going to love it, as he's also 2 old to rock-&-roll: everything he done was Yesterday, & I'd rather remain living in the past.

Nicotine-free Jim
PS: Still Nicotine-free after all these years.