new time, first class daydream

This is the night we switched our clocks back. Although the mighty Insect Slayer is looking forward to an extra hour of sleep -- she does that, you know -- I got up around 5:00; I hope Dr. Locoweed can prescribe some stronger sleeping pills & piss on the Scooby Club with their hatred of "addictive experimental antidepressants". Fuck herbs; I really mean it.

I've been having a terrible amount of anxiety & depression feelings lately, so double-piss on the Scooby Club. Some of it is just becoming used to Trish's new hours, & some of it has been buckadingdongs. Yesterday, though Karen (not the skinny dog) took us out to El Taco Loco & we ate Mexican while writing checks. We have enough money now to pay the water bill & car insurance, & buy food until Trish's new paycheck kicks in. The Paycheck they made out of Dick had a stupid ending.