There's a doctor I've found--but no atomic submarines
Yesterday was my follow-up with Dr. Boes. Seeing as how marijuana is now legal for medical purposes here, I've frequently wondered if sometime soon I can once again sail the darkened seas in a great big submarine. I did this on a daily basis shortly before the Mind-Warp Era began, & it was the best years of my life, being compared to Shakespeare & writing A+ papers for Wimsatt while smoking rasta cigars. I moved back here & it all ended; cloak of night, it's Union Maid. Unfortunately(?) my drops were working fine, so I can't smoke dem God-made herb legally, which if I did I could like screw my Noncorean friend on a nightly basis (even though I have marriage? you wanna?) as she goes wherever dope is sold.
Today we confront Cheri in Joe's office... I'll write about that once I'm back from shopping with Karen, who's taking us out to Kame-Apart & Sam Goody's after we have our meeting. All I want to do for myself is put down a down-payment on a new DVD player. Ours is not-playing some of Trish's favorite discs (Buffy), giving us parental violation warnings (which is ridiculous, we are w/o kidlets), & the remote is screwing up. Since Trish's dad gave us a gift certificate for the Komes-Apart place we'll be using the entire thing, 25 buckadingdongs, & I may contribute 10 out of my spending cash.
I'm still working on Arn, a novel that at one point was awarded my first personal slip at Analog, but I grew depressed & threw it in the garbage. What I have here is a re-make/re-model done back in the late 80s on my first computer, fragmented files in which various breasts are sucked in blue; the aliens have 4 for the women & 2 for the men, & there's this big dick seeking entry.
I've also been trying to practice the keyboards more. Since Trish'll take a nap in the afternoon, I'm playing then. She likes the Beat Monster. I like Blue Sunday & Crystal Ship; a melancholy man, that's what I B, unfil maybe something makes me hypomanic & I can wright again. Schizophrenia, be the death of me!
Today we confront Cheri in Joe's office... I'll write about that once I'm back from shopping with Karen, who's taking us out to Kame-Apart & Sam Goody's after we have our meeting. All I want to do for myself is put down a down-payment on a new DVD player. Ours is not-playing some of Trish's favorite discs (Buffy), giving us parental violation warnings (which is ridiculous, we are w/o kidlets), & the remote is screwing up. Since Trish's dad gave us a gift certificate for the Komes-Apart place we'll be using the entire thing, 25 buckadingdongs, & I may contribute 10 out of my spending cash.
I'm still working on Arn, a novel that at one point was awarded my first personal slip at Analog, but I grew depressed & threw it in the garbage. What I have here is a re-make/re-model done back in the late 80s on my first computer, fragmented files in which various breasts are sucked in blue; the aliens have 4 for the women & 2 for the men, & there's this big dick seeking entry.
I've also been trying to practice the keyboards more. Since Trish'll take a nap in the afternoon, I'm playing then. She likes the Beat Monster. I like Blue Sunday & Crystal Ship; a melancholy man, that's what I B, unfil maybe something makes me hypomanic & I can wright again. Schizophrenia, be the death of me!
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