hoody, hoody. hoo

A lot has happened since I last blogged, though it was my intention when I created this site to continue the never-ending journal on the edge of time that got me raped by the Alfalfa High gang. Sure, it was only a figurative rape, but having my private stuff discussed at a drunken party by a lot of frat-rats & subsequently being tricked into drinking a whole mess of vodka on top of 4 purple micro-dots for the sin of exasperating VADIS does constitute a kind of rape, as my psychiatrist noted.

So Cathy is gone. You may rememeber her from previous posts, always bubbly & willing to help. She's moving to Pennsylvania to be with her other children & left yesterday around 1:00 on Amtrak. She did give me an address.

Trish's period is causing her problems again. It finally started, almost a month late, probably due to a med change. Last night she nearly quit her job as she has problems with this other guy at work. He rides her until all the trays are done, even if she's supposed to go home. The other bosses let her leave on time, so she becomes confused. Karen (not Dave's Relationships) told her that, if they keep doing this, she should report it to the head boss. She wants to raise her hours again, but has to ok it with the doctor Monday.

If you don't have your copy yet, buy The Mind-Warp Era, under my pen name W.C. Leadbeater, available at www.amazon.com. What's it about? The lunatic is on the grass!