Anniversary Bare

No, we're not bare yet, but we will be tonite.

Yesterday was our "official" anniversary. Trish went out & got me a 20 buckadingdong gift certificate, which I used to pick up Ladies of (the Road at Creative) Leisure, & I in turn took Trish out to see The Fantastic Four, which is fantastic. However, questions of Biggie's rapid loss of sanity remain. Fearless Taco emailed me over the weekend with news that Blanket-man is trying to take Mother out of the nursing home & get her off all her "pills", & in general is being a Biggolith. He cusses people out over the phone, calls them names, & in general is totally paranoid: he thinks there's a "government wiretap" on his phone, & moved to the middle of nowhere to get away. What really makes me mad is the way Joe took his side--"he might not have a serious mental illness, but he sure has a history of making bad decisions". Duh. That's part of the illness. I will not cease from mental fight nor shall my sword sleep in my hand until we have seen Biggolith incarcerated in Illinois' green & pleasant land.