dangerous vistas

Trish is sitting in the Captain's chair, with the old re-made/re-modeled Rectilinears playing 5 CDs at random. She's drinking her morning coffee, prior to hopping into the shower. She just finished her Raisin Brand (at least that's what I thought it was when I was Jung) -- the original Post -- & called Upstairs to see if Perky Pam could use her pill cutter to chop her Klonopin in half. She's starting to feel a little better; she didn't sleep well last night -- too much caffeine during the day. She drank most of a pot of tea by herself, while at the same time, Dr. Huffman wanted her on less Klonopin -- then she had a panic attack at work last night, so I suggested she take the original dose. I think a lot of her problem is that she's been waiting & anticipating hearing about the job she wants at PJ's. I want her to get it, as it'd eliminate (most of the time) the need for her to drive -- but Trisha has also been giving Trish much better grades on her driving than before, so maybe she'll have her license soon.

The other big problem is Kimothy. She keeps koming over, & seems to be deliberately trying to kome when Trish is at work. She's paranoid & partially deaf, & I know if I said she couldn't kome in it'd exacerbate VADIS. Replacing the Vast Active Destructive Intelligence System with someone real -- Trish -- was the main problem with Mr. Fantasy back in the Mind-Warp Era.

I'm back at work on Arn, & quit for the morning when I had to do a major re-make/re-model & ran out of ideas for my heroine. They shoot Orgasms, don't they?