blind faith... & all the children are insane!

Yesterday was very difficult for me, & I couldn't get any work done; mostly, I watched the Buffster kick ass with my wife again (she's so popular). Trish stayed home from the Perky Pam Layout Tuesday, as she always does when it's her day off, beyond shot-day. The cool blue ice of haldol... in my blood & in my head; hers, too. I got there in time to sign up for a chore, & went upstairs to talk to Karen, as I needed some grocery money: Trish had to miss a paycheck from taking time off from work when she found out about her MS. Then I returned downstairs; it's the same old story, all of them are incapable of talking above the head of a child, & this is certainly true of the nursing school dropout who runs the Layout--or did she flunk out? I busied myself as best I could on the computer, after prying Charlene away from it, when all of a sudden when I got up I heard a crack: one of the baby's toys had been thrown on the floor. Cheri started yelling at me to be more careful & I blew up at the dumbfuck, as I'm blind in one eye & have lost most of the vision in the other; what little vision I do have is only 20/60, & that's only 2 right on that line. So Cheri started once more displaying her frightful ignorance--think of the travesties that would've been unleashed had she actually graduated nursing school--& told me to "ask someone" about the goddamn stupid fucking toys that have no right to be there in the first place. I told her that 1/2 the time I'm lucky I don't step on the goddamn baby. Since she was being an ignorant pig I left the place in fear & loathing, walked home, & ate at the Soup Kitchen with Trish. Karen called in the afternoon, but told me not to call Cheri a bitch anymore, which is, OK, maybe I shouldn't say it, but that doesn't stop her from being one, nor from being stupid. I decided to stay away from the Center for a week, & maybe go back after I get my shot & after Trish's trip to Great Falls, which means I won't be back until a week from today. This morning I called my eye doctor & asked him to talk to Cheri for me, not that it'll do any good, she's uneducable as well as being ignorant. Anyway, the incident has put me in a real bad mood--brightened a little by Hope; she sent me a letter. I know she knows what an asshole Cheri can be, so I'm writing right back, now that Trish is at work.

& so it goes.