And the Machine wept blood
Stupid title, I know, but I used it for my email to Ted this morning; the guy who collaborated with me on "Trinities" is helping me write a sci-fi/horror/action adventure. Actually, I've had that title for years, I've just never used it.
This is a morning quite like other mornings, save we were cool last night. Jeffer Auss, the good Scooby, came by last night & installed our air-conditioner in the bedroom. We already had one in the living room; but Cathy the Cleaner gave us a new/used one (it was new for us but used for her) that, being quite bulky & heavy, I didn't want to install myself, especially being as bad at mechanical matters as I am.
Yesterday I ran all over town with Carmen, & picked up some styrofoam to plug the edges of the window where the sheeting of the a/c had come off. We also went out to the Buckadingdong store (where you can buy Ding-dongs for less than a buck; it's not a buck a Ding-dong) to pick up some duck tape, then over to Fat Albert's Sons to buy 20 buckadingdongs of groceries: I'll be making Mexican meatloaf for Trish tonight. But in the middle of the store I started to have a dissociative experience. One psychiatrist diagnosed these as panic attacks, but it's not really something Buspar or Xanax can deal with. It strikes me as being some kind of more-like drug flashback; acid contains night. Nicotine Tim, of course, would feel that they aren't really all that debilitating, but Timothy Leary's dead. Anyway, I told Carmen about it so she drove me out to the Iron Claw Mountains & First Lake, to relax & enjoy the Invisible Landscape.
When it began to be Vadis & unabated (the anatomy of an obsession) I came home & put the groceries away. I found Trish down in the basement (I need my eyes excited) watching the Buffster kick ass; I mean, what else would Trish be doing? I entered that strange, demonic dimension myself, then around 4:00 reheated the spaghetti in the microwave, & cooked some spinach.
After Friendly Fred drove Trish to work (possibility of showers) I kicked back & read LOTR, which led to eyestrain, so I checked my email--nothing from Ted yet--& then Jeffer arrived. His X-acto knife was the perfect tool for the job, his power drill shocks a million miles away, & it only took a few minutes to install--he commented on how the dread Blanket-man is remiss by not-helping me with such simple matters, but Biggie's marriage changed him. When Jeffer finished we watched TV for awhile, & then Trish came home with a couple Bozo Burgers & some parfaits--since Karen our Kaseworker gave her a few buckadingdongs to buy hamster treats she spent some on dessert.
Then we went to bed & enjoyed the coolth. Sleep was solid, & the morning was normal but not NORML; God & I'll be glad when they legalize it for medical purposes in the Invisible Landscape.
This is a morning quite like other mornings, save we were cool last night. Jeffer Auss, the good Scooby, came by last night & installed our air-conditioner in the bedroom. We already had one in the living room; but Cathy the Cleaner gave us a new/used one (it was new for us but used for her) that, being quite bulky & heavy, I didn't want to install myself, especially being as bad at mechanical matters as I am.
Yesterday I ran all over town with Carmen, & picked up some styrofoam to plug the edges of the window where the sheeting of the a/c had come off. We also went out to the Buckadingdong store (where you can buy Ding-dongs for less than a buck; it's not a buck a Ding-dong) to pick up some duck tape, then over to Fat Albert's Sons to buy 20 buckadingdongs of groceries: I'll be making Mexican meatloaf for Trish tonight. But in the middle of the store I started to have a dissociative experience. One psychiatrist diagnosed these as panic attacks, but it's not really something Buspar or Xanax can deal with. It strikes me as being some kind of more-like drug flashback; acid contains night. Nicotine Tim, of course, would feel that they aren't really all that debilitating, but Timothy Leary's dead. Anyway, I told Carmen about it so she drove me out to the Iron Claw Mountains & First Lake, to relax & enjoy the Invisible Landscape.
When it began to be Vadis & unabated (the anatomy of an obsession) I came home & put the groceries away. I found Trish down in the basement (I need my eyes excited) watching the Buffster kick ass; I mean, what else would Trish be doing? I entered that strange, demonic dimension myself, then around 4:00 reheated the spaghetti in the microwave, & cooked some spinach.
After Friendly Fred drove Trish to work (possibility of showers) I kicked back & read LOTR, which led to eyestrain, so I checked my email--nothing from Ted yet--& then Jeffer arrived. His X-acto knife was the perfect tool for the job, his power drill shocks a million miles away, & it only took a few minutes to install--he commented on how the dread Blanket-man is remiss by not-helping me with such simple matters, but Biggie's marriage changed him. When Jeffer finished we watched TV for awhile, & then Trish came home with a couple Bozo Burgers & some parfaits--since Karen our Kaseworker gave her a few buckadingdongs to buy hamster treats she spent some on dessert.
Then we went to bed & enjoyed the coolth. Sleep was solid, & the morning was normal but not NORML; God & I'll be glad when they legalize it for medical purposes in the Invisible Landscape.
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