Benadryl
Our 2nd anniversary was here & back again. On Monday we went out to the Invisible Chinese Restaurant to celebrate, but they were on vacation until Aug. 1, so Car-girl took us to the Invisible Pizza Hut instead, & we gorged ourselves. That night we had a quiet, romantic evening at home. The next day we went to the Layout & I went with Car-girl to Bi-Mart to pick up some fake sugar & consume mass quantities of ice tea & pie. Then we picked Trish up & after supper watched our wedding video. It was real atomic.
Today, I woke Trish up around 9:00, so she'd have time to shower & drink her coffee prior to seeing Suzanne. & all men are on mushrooms when they walk upon the water... the situation is that Trish has been having oculogyric crises, which translates into English as real spazzed out eye-rolling. I suggested Benadryl -- or actually, I mentioned it as what they gave me -- & since it mainly occurs in the morning, when Trish wakes up to take her synthroid, it was decided to give it to her then, & fuck the Science of Church-tology: when the haldol's in my blood & the blood is in my head then I'm better off than dead. Cuz when the tranks begin to flow then I really don't care anymore...
So I ran the script over to Western Drug, & ate donuts while I waited for it to be filled. Trish went home at the intersection, as she had a t-shirt on -- it's been cool & rainy today. When I rang the doorbell she immediately responded to her Sweet Pookie Bear. We watched the Buffster kick ass until Fred gave her a ride to work, & now I'm waiting for Jeffer Auss to come over & watch TV with me, until he can give Trish a ride home, in exchange for a Big Mac & fried frogs. Just love dem Kentuckified Lizard.
Also -- I think I forgot to mention this -- I finally finished LOTR. I'd originally read it years ago, but all the eye surgery has left me at 20/60, so I've been doing less reading than I want to. I did have a chance to play with my keyboard a little this morning, though. I'm trying to get away from passively inflicting electronic noise on my senses & actively engaging in creating it. I'm still trying to perceive the Doors.
Today, I woke Trish up around 9:00, so she'd have time to shower & drink her coffee prior to seeing Suzanne. & all men are on mushrooms when they walk upon the water... the situation is that Trish has been having oculogyric crises, which translates into English as real spazzed out eye-rolling. I suggested Benadryl -- or actually, I mentioned it as what they gave me -- & since it mainly occurs in the morning, when Trish wakes up to take her synthroid, it was decided to give it to her then, & fuck the Science of Church-tology: when the haldol's in my blood & the blood is in my head then I'm better off than dead. Cuz when the tranks begin to flow then I really don't care anymore...
So I ran the script over to Western Drug, & ate donuts while I waited for it to be filled. Trish went home at the intersection, as she had a t-shirt on -- it's been cool & rainy today. When I rang the doorbell she immediately responded to her Sweet Pookie Bear. We watched the Buffster kick ass until Fred gave her a ride to work, & now I'm waiting for Jeffer Auss to come over & watch TV with me, until he can give Trish a ride home, in exchange for a Big Mac & fried frogs. Just love dem Kentuckified Lizard.
Also -- I think I forgot to mention this -- I finally finished LOTR. I'd originally read it years ago, but all the eye surgery has left me at 20/60, so I've been doing less reading than I want to. I did have a chance to play with my keyboard a little this morning, though. I'm trying to get away from passively inflicting electronic noise on my senses & actively engaging in creating it. I'm still trying to perceive the Doors.
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