VEP

Yesterday was my birthday; I've hit the Big 5-0 & accomplished nothing--I shouldn't say that; when I was in the City of Night I couldn't get laid & now I'm married to a beautiful Bublebee Girl. I'm the Bumblebee Tuna...

So the alarm woke us up around 7:00 & we had the last of the Cheerios, before Car-girl picked us up in her batmobile. We drove down to Great Falls early, as Car-girl had an appointment with the ear doctor. That didn't take long--they put some kind of tube in her ear--but then we wasted a lot of time in the Golden Corral, where we ate the last time. I had carrot cake for my birthday.

The test involved gluing electrodes to Trish's head & having her watch a flickering checkerboard pattern for 1/2 an hour. The results were normal, but we need to repeat the MRI in 6 months.

John called to wish me happy birthday, but since he found out the dread Blanket-man can't take Union Maid out of the nursing home without John's approval, he's backed off from trying to have Dave deemed incompetent. The guy clearly belongs in a mental hospital, but even if we got him there, his wife would ruin things by telling him to go off his "addictive antidepressants" & use fucking herbs instead.