daily blog

Give us this day our daily blog, & forgive us our trespasses just like Christ in the Garden of Gethsemane: I've got every sacrament behind me, or at least I adhere to this belief structure publically, even though I am sometimes aghast at what "Christians" believe.

So anyway, yesterday the Layout was closed in the morning -- Staff was having a X-mas party. We also didn't want to go because it's damn cold. Car-girl picked Trish up around 1/4 till 11, then I busied myself with typewriter torment. I finished the Mindstorm chapter about Reality (Reality is the Greatest) & then went on to the next chapter, but want to go back cuz I didn't go far enough beyond Love & Death. The next one's about Hitman S. Hunter knowing Fear & Loathing in the Hotel Gonzo.

Although the soup kitchen is just a shot away, I elected to stay home & eat a light lunch at home, waiting for TA time with Car-girl. She called up & told me she'd be 15 minutes late, so I kicked back in the Captain's chair & listened to Roxy Music. When she arrived we took Miss Congeniality 2 (bleh!) back to Fat Albertson's, then to the Downtown Dollar Store for soap, dish soap, & toothpaste. After that we went to Pizza Hut & ordered a diet Mr. Fruity while we waited for Trish to finish work. Trish sat with us & ate a salad, then we went to the Iron Claw Credit Union to take out money for car insurance & root killer. This time, we bought it from the hardware store, rather than Bi-Mart; straight meets gay where the girl goes on. After that we paid our insurance bill & came home.

Trish reached 15 on Penguins last night. I took my bath shortly after supper, while she turned the TV to While You Were Sleeping -- but I decided to call Buffalo Bob & got his wife instead. She was somewhat skeptical about my odds of being published, until I told her some of the things that have been said about my writing (while manic or on drugs). (Indeed, being accused of "writing on drugs" convinced me to pull Mindstorm from the queue at Critters.) She said she'd look for my hot book & her husband's review on www.amazon.com where you can buy it (under the title The Mind-Warp Era) if you really want to help a starving artist, & maybe get an idea why, in the hands of someone other than a P.O.D., see why it might potentially sell well.

delicious & nutritious

Yesterday (I write these blogs while Trish is sleeping), Trish did a lot of housecleaning. We ate at Feed My Sheep, where Lillian told us that Trisha had been in a traffic accident. If she can't take her daughter down to Billings for her kidney surgery, her husband will. This has created a lurid pallor for Trish; especially driving.

When we came home Trish decided to make some peanut butter cookies; Karen bought us some really huge jars of Jif. I decided to do some more work on Mindstorm, when Kimothy rang the doorbell. I made the sign for "busy" -- she corrected me; I hadn't done it quite right -- so she took off. I finished "Acid Contains Light" & then went on to the next chapter, which in Mind-Warp is combined with the following chapter & severely shortened, something that I may need to do again in this draft.

We ate leftover Mexican meatloaf for supper, then took our baths -- Trish's hair is so pretty when she washes it. We watched the Buffster kick ass, shot the Orgasm Death, & listened to reggae in bed.

Today we got some email from Trish's dad. I also checked out www.sfwa.org to see if Blow Job Thrower is on the staff, & learned that Sci-fiction is being shut down. Well, the rates were good -- 20 cents a word -- but the stories were crappy.

Now I must go & assist the vorkling Finny (no longer Lead) in escaping the dread Sophie.

crafty guitarists

Yesterday, I woke up at my usual 5:00 AM, & did another draft of "Acid Contains Light" -- which, even though it presents the culpability of Bozo in destroying my mind -- "he was always bitching to VADIS about his nervous breakdown & now, we've really given him something to worry about" -- was not presented in that draft, though it did include the Alfalfa High party & letters I'd written.

I sat around listening to Trish's George Michaels CDs (bleh!), but marriage is all about compromise -- while she did chores; loaded the dishwasher while she was preoccupied. We went out to Feed My Sheep (& the Lamb lies down in Invisible City), then to Fat Albertson's to pick up 20 buckadingdongs worth of groceries for the weekend.

I called Friendly Fred after lunch, & got invited to Dan Dolph's place to mess around with his keyboard while Dan & Fred played guitar. Dan has an electric guitar; one of these days, I'm buying a guitar amp for my keyboard -- if I ever find time to practice the thing; with the Dec. 7-14 reading period for QA, I want to have the novel done before then, though I have found an agent to send the outline/sample chapter & a photocopy of Richard Henshaw's criticism -- "thoroughly gonzo stuff; not right for us".

When I came home I cooked Trish's favorite meatloaf -- Mexican -- then we watched digital cable until we were ready to shoot the Orgasm Death (without the Death part). Fearless Taco called at precisely the wrong moment, but at least he calls.

I slept until 7:00 this morning, on 3 Restorel. There was an article, mostly statistics, in www.sciencenews.org this morning about sleeping pills. I learned that the new stuff mimics the benzodiazapines, but I'm not on any of this stuff: I'm on temazapam, which bears with it the possibility of dependence & tolerance -- yet Doc Larocque said I'm better off sleeping than worrying about this stuff.

I do not know what lies in store for me this morning. It could be beyond love & death. It could be beyond fear & loathing. It could even be beyond God & Sisyphus: the only thing beyond God is Sisyphus.

another turkey day

Yesterday, I actually slept in until 6:00 -- because I took 3 temazapem, & piss on I. Ron Steele's "important legal work"; all Scoobies, for that matter, especially religious nuts who believe this crap: www.scientology-kills.org. Aside from sleeping in a little, though, it was mostly business as usual in the morning hours. I ate brecchie (Albertson's Toastie-O's) & then worked on Mindstorm for awhile, doing another draft of the chapter where Lead drops acid & without salt no offering is acceptable.

Once Trish was awake she played Penguins for awhile, then went over to the Church for Thanksgiving dinner & met Tim Wolf there, with a Skeeter O'reily record (Skeeter was edited out of "Burnout in the Dog-Yummy Factory" due to Kaos). We spent the afternoon & evening glued to the tube, & talked with Joe. Earlier in the day Trish called her brother Kenneth.

Now begins the slow-burn to Christmas...

the day before Turkey Day

So what would it be if we were all vegetarians? The preacher at the soup kitchen last year made a big deal about secularization of the holiday, & "taking the Bible out of schools", where it clearly doesn't belong, anyway. Intelligent design, my ass!

So Monday Tim Wolf's dad had a birthday party at the Senior Center. Tim has a minor role in "Burnout in the Dog-Yummy Factory", originally slated to be a part of the section about fucking: pulling on a rubber... Fred told me about the party, & I went after lunch at the Layout. Dan was also there; turns out he bought a keyboard at Sally Ann's & is interested in learning how to play. Fred & I will go over to his conapt sometime this week -- the Bumble Bee Girl has a 4 day weekend -- & I'll be showing Dan a little about the thing... though I'm afraid I can't play very well. I'll be practicing more, once I'm thru with the final edit of Mindstorm. I have until Dec. 14, as that's when the crits on the latest draft of QA are due, & then I can start sending it to agents -- & make 2006 the year of the short story.

Then yesterday was the Layout's big Thanksgiving dinner. I'd invited Fred, & everyone had a good time, except the Clean woman with Noncorean borograves yanked the relish tray from me, which is even ruder than Cheri usually gets. I'm so glad Lisa is working today, & that the weather is unseasonably warm, so Trish can walk to work. The car inflicts savage dread on both of us.

Car-girl picked me up at 1:30; fear & loathing in the convertible. We went out to Kame-Apart to pick up some mineral supplements for the mighty Insect Slayer, then visited over a Mr. Fruity. When I arrived home, Trish had left a message on the answering machine; she was stopping by the Social Security building to turn in her check stub. What's funny was that Willy was there -- Drugster Man -- & was trying to get disability & were giving him the 3rd degree: "If there were paint in your house, would you huff it?"

--No, but my g/f might.

I'd brought home a plate for Trish, so after that it was a couple hours watching the Buffster kick ass, Heavy Metal from the planet Uranus, & then Ooga-Chugga religion without Kimothy Leery.

I woke up at 5:00 again this morning, but fell asleep rapidly last night: I woke up around 10:20, thought it was tomorrow before I figured out that the alarm hadn't gone off. & I only took 2 sleeping pills, so I think I'll save the 3rd for nights when I really need it. I sort of wish I was back on trazadone, but the eye doctor said it might interfere with my glaucoma.

& thru the wire

When I got up yesterday -- late (6:00), in spite of only 2 Restorel -- I booted up to check my email. No dial tone. I worked on 2 chapters of Mindstorm, including one of the new ones, "How to Get Girls thru Hypnotism", then Trish woke up as I was finishing up "Girls".

She wanted to watch Grease, while I called Spectrum. They suggested checking out the phone line -- no dial tone with the telephone, either. I thought we were going to have to pay another expensive repair bill.

We ate pizza (& soup) at the soup kitchen, then ran over to Albertson's for some toilet paper & cleaning supplies -- which Trish payed for with some of the money Karen had given us. We went for a cruise around the block, as Trish is mortified of driving following her fender bender, so it was good just to get her back into the car.

Fred came over after that, & we experimented with Imagine. Then Kimothy kame, the leery removed with Trish's sacrament. Fred called back to say he had a piece of wire; let's check that. It turned out that the problem wasn't the phone jack, so we merely bought a new cable for $2.79. I fixed chicken-fried steak for supper.

We watched TV for awhile, then went bouncy-bouncy -- until the phone rang. It was John, telling us that the death certificate finally had arrived. We still don't know what's been going on with Biggie, but his paranoid anger, taken together with the bitchiness of the skinny dog, makes me shy away from contacting him.

psilocybin takes you down...

...to the living water, & Jesus was on mushrooms when he walked upon the water & he's touched your perfect dyad with his mind...

Suzanne also takes you down, but she does it with neutaleptics & not psilocybin, much as I enjoy psychedelica (or at least U-boat): we saw Dr Locoweed yesterday. Our appointment was for 9:45, but Kathy Upstairs said we could come early -- so after getting Trish up early & fixing her Toasted Frog, we perambulated toward the Perky Pam Layout. When we arrived, we still had to wait an hour. Since Trish is being tapered off her haldol, Suzanne agreed that her Artane should be cut (which as the object of theft is what Willy is not-doing in here). As for myself, my sleep medication has been bumped up a notch: last night, I took 3 & slept until after 6:00 this morning.

We then went downstairs to the Layout. Trish walked to work at 10:30, & even though I'm trying to get her to drive the bat-mobile more, fear & loathing kept her from doing it.

http://www.onewest.net/~jbauer/batmans.car

Cheri fixed chicken at the Layout, & I spent the afternoon rewriting Mindstorm. I just (almost) finished "Beyond God & Sisyphus"; this afternoon I start "UFO & U-2" When Trish came home -- a beautiful day, perfect for walking -- I let her play Penguins for awhile. I talked with Fred thru the wire, & then we had left-over sketti. Today I'm going to Albertson's to pick up some cube steaks so we can have chicken-fried steak tonight.

I see Joe at 11:00 today, so I'll be hanging around the Layout with Trish until then. I want to talk about my dreams & the hard reality of being an insane science fiction author. Mostly, I'm afraid of losing my disability if I have any of my novels published, & I'm more of a novelist by inclination than a short story author, even though (perhaps with Ted's help) I can keep on submitting short stories to Analog until the patent on Risperdal expires & generics are available.

return of the Invisible Car-girl

Car-girl is back from her week of the living dread: a week ago Saturday she phoned & cussed us out over needing a ride to Electric City; she had some mysterious ailment that she thought was strep throat. However, now she's doing fine. We did our usual TA thing Tuesday, while Trish watched (of course) the Buffster kick ass. Car-girl & I went to the Dollar Store in the mall to pick up a week's supply of canned food, & to Bi-Mart for milk. We had a good chat about Willy & Joey in the Invisible Mall Restaurant. Basically, Willy is kicked out of the house, no matter how mad he is about it; Joey is writing again: she got into another fight with her boyfriend.

When I returned, Trish had to go shortly to physical therapy, so I watched the Immaculate Collection in her absence. I had rollo de pollo for supper while she had clams, & some tomato soup. There are enough left-overs that I can skip going to the Layout today, even though Lisa is working. I can do without the Aggravation.

Also, the return of the inevitable "Quantum Amplifier" on Critters is imminent, so I want to do as much as possible on Mindstorm in order to have the novel ready for an agent to look at -- though I'd prefer just to send the iUniverse version, with a note to the effect of, it's changed -- it's just that I feel I should be able to outline how & where it's changed, & where the hell was Ulysses when I needed him last February? Ted really needs to get over the big crunch at work so we can write some more stories.

car wars

Trish called her mother over the weekend, only to engage in a major fight with her over her driving. Trish was honest -- a minor fender (Otis) bender, which caused her mother to worry. This triggered some emotional upheaval for Trish, so I wound up taking her to El Taco Loco, followed by renting Star Wars. Sunday we skipped church; Trish finally did some of the house-cleaning she'd wanted to do before losing her cool.

Monday, Willy rang the doorbell at 8:30 & got all pissed cuz I wouldn't let him in. Of course I'm not letting him in. He's a drugster who would've stolen our entire stash of Artane, had we invited him in. Like Zane, Russel & Sam, he's not wanted here.

Trish left a little later, after Car-girl called; she's feeling better & wants to do TA time today. A bit later Trish rode the Invisible Taxi to the Clinic for her 1/8th shot of haldol; from there, she went to work. I hung around the Layout for awhile, then came home & rewrote a chapter of Mindstorm. I should have it done in a couple weeks, so I can start sending it out to agents. From there it converts into an R-rated movie & a Slime-thing comic book. As with stalling out on my novels until 2007, so I'm stalled on my comic book stories until then.

Trish just got out of bed. She's seeing Dr. Vickie today at 8:30, while in the meanwhile, taking the day off: Bryan wound up in the hospital & wasn't able to give us our ride to the City of Electric Light, but Pizza Hut said to take the day off anyway.

she drives my baby every which way...

Yesterday (as these posts so often begin), I slept in until 6:00 (oh boy!) & then, when I was about ready to begin Mindstorming, Trish woke up. We had a brecchie of cereal, then after her bath she played Penguins all morning. We went out to the Soup Kitchen, which had chili dogs & chicken rice soup. Then I bought some food at Albertson's, together with Trish, who insisted on buying a whole thing of eggnog, & a chocolate lover's recipe book that was no longer there. She had planned to clean in the afternoon, but wanted to call her Mom, & made the mistake of being honest about her driving. Her Mom became concerned, & Trish became angry -- her Mother wasn't trying to criticize; she was worried -- so Trish, nearly in tears, called Karen our Kaseworker. Rather than clean the kitchen -- I ran a load of dishes myself -- I let her watch the Buffster kick ass, then took her out to El Taco Loco for the incredible munchies -- had a dream about a pot pill last night; they were giving it to people to give them the munchies. Then we went over to the vid-store in order to rent the new Star Wars. We watched in the basement, to see if that's where the mysterious clunking sound was coming from. Never heard it last night. When we went back upstairs, to worship in the Church of Ooga-Chugga, we took along the space heater, in order to stick it in the bedroom. Since there's already an extension cord there, for the a/c, I simply plugged it in there & moved it next to the bathroom door. Trish was worried about it being possibly a fire hazard, but it's got a thermostat on it & doesn't get hot enough to be dangerous. At least Ooga-Chugga Religion wasn't too cool, basking in the warmth of the electric heater. & so it goes. (I am really Curt Vague-&-Nuts. I wrote Venus on the Half-Shell, but lost all the buckadingdongs in the lawsuit.)

(Invisible) daily news

Yesterday, Trish-uh! took the mighty Insect Slayer driving again, at 9:00 AM; the day before that for TA time (& where the hell was Car-girl when we needed her last Monday?) grocery shopping with her $15.00 gift card that she got out of McRonald's mandatory staff meeting, that she got when Trish was still working the Double Meat Palace. When they left I went to the Perky Pam Layout to socialize; burned out from waking up before 5:00 again, though I did get Ch.2-3 of Mindstorm condensed into a single chapter. Everyone says that the Mind-Warp version doesn't really start moving until Ch.4, anyway.

Then Cheri tried arguing about the plumber: "I could've got that nut off without WD-40". Yeah, & if you're such a good plumber why are you hanging around the Layout?

Bryan wasn't there; he had entered the hospital with what turned out to be, when I called him, gallstones. Trish had been scheduled to see Dr. Astle for a follow-up to her MRI Tuesday & have Bryan drive; at Karen's suggestion we arranged to do it here with Dr. Huffman.

Feeling burnt-out like a Suburban Man, when I got home I put on the Guitar Pablo video until Fred got here; we'd asked for a ride cuz rain was forecast. I turned the TV on to a couple rock-&-roll stations -- classic & 80s -- but he seemed anxious when Trish didn't call until 3:00. I think the trick, next time he comes over, is the keyboard. I just can't discipline myself to play the thing the way I should.

We had macaroni & cheese last night, that Trish got from the Invisible K-Mart. She played Penguins awhile, did some laundry, & watched TV with me for awhile. I took my first bath in the newly-repaired bathtub.

This morning, I woke up at 4:00, but fell asleep until 6:00.

plumber

Since Kim (not Othy) of Kim's plumbing/refrigeration fixed the saddle valve that was dripping in the basement, we've been using the tub down there for our showers, as he said that the tub up here was "overflowing", which could potentially cause all sorts of damage. However, when Craig from Wagner Plumbing came over -- the same day Kim came, as I'd left a message -- he said it should be a really simple job to fix the busted faucet.

So when Craig came over yesterday, he shut the water off & started to take the valve apart, but was stymied by a rusted nut. Wouldn't budge. He asked if there was an access panel in the kitchen, & "if not, we'll have to cut one". So he pulled out the refrigerator & found one, but someone had nailed the hell out of it. Once he did have it off, he found something behind it -- a chimney for the heater downstairs.

Finally, when all else failed, he went to the hardware store & came back with a can of WD-40 & sprayed out the nut. After that, it took about 15-20 minutes to install the new fixtures.

Once he left, I ran over to the soup kitchen. It was a beautiful day; high of 70. After getting my bowl of soup & a sermon, I went to Albertson's to stock up on some sale items. I came home & edited Ch.1 & 1/2 of Ch.2 of Mindstorm, in which Lead is fully immersed in the Savage Id & battles the chaotically mercurial, singing machine elves. People who've read the iUniverse version think the story doesn't really start to move until Ch.4, so I'm editing the hell out of Ch.2, which is 40 pp., give or take a few. I plan on working on it some this morning, after Trish goes driving with Trish-uh!, & then again in the afternoon, when she's at work. The biggest problem is writing a query letter for an agent. I'm a (sort of) genre writer, at least in stories like Arn or The Noc-Lar (& piss on David Dalglish), but my Savage Id is a mainstream novel, despite VADIS & other elements of good Dick. Finding an exact balance is difficult, & admitting to my illness (& piss on I Ron Steele) counter-productive. I'd have Car-girl help, but she's sick.

So Trish needs a ride to Great Falls Tuesday-Wednesday for a follow-up to her MRI, & Car-girl can't drive. Karen talked Bryan into helping, so today I'm going to have to call Dr. Astle's office, make an appointment, & then call Medicaid transport so we can get our motors running & head out on the highway.

Mindstorm Refugee Intelligence

Monday, we went to Electric City for Trish's MRI. Car-girl was supposed to give us a ride, but came down with a case of strep throat -- about which I know nothing, beyond that it's some sort of infection. I'd talked with her earlier last week if she could drive us, & she indicated that, plenty of rest in bed, plenty of fluids, she should be able to do it. Friday, I left a message on her machine to the effect of, "Should we reschedule?", which led to a vituperous outburst Saturday night. We finally got Bryan to do it.

This meant waking Trish up at 5:30 in order to take her Synthroid, as she needs to take it an hour before the rest of her medication. Pancakes went in bellies, & then we were on the road. We arrived in plenty of time, & found the Specialty Services building, which contained the Machine -- the point of Machine Messiah is that we must liberate the machine.

They let me go in the room with Trish, but we both had to wear ear plugs, it was so loud. We'll know the results some time today.

Then we went to Subway, where Trish & I had BLT & Bryan, club. He took half his home with him.

When we returned to Invisible City, we went upstairs, to see if Perky Pam could shoot us up then, but she didn't show, so we went to Western Drug to refill my sleeping pills: the other night I was up at 3:00 AM. Last night, I slept until 5:00.

We ran into Karen Upstairs (Karen Downstairs is now in Job Corps), & she said Trish shouldn't be driving on ice -- which she mistook as, she shouldn't be driving at all. After the fender bender in the Iron Claw parking lot, she's realized that she needs help from Trish-uh! some more. When Karen talked to me yesterday, she said that she doesn't want Trish paralyzed by fear, & suggested an extra 1/2 Klonopin before driving. However, the forecast yesterday was for snow, so we made arrangements with Fred to take her to work; & then it didn't snow, but Fred got his wires crossed & thought Trish should be off work at 2:00 & done with Down Under at 3:00, which in reality it wasn't until 4:00. He apparently became a little angry, & now Trish is afraid to rely on him.

When my Beautiful Bumblebee Girl came home we went down the street to eat at El Taco Loco; Trish's supper had been Kentuckified. Since it's supposed to be nice (& O'listless) today, she's walking to work & physical therapy. Karen said she'd talk to Fred today, about driving Trish on the icy days. Trish has more lessons with Trish-uh! starting tomorrow & Friday. I feel secure when the 2 of them are together.

Also, I've made plans to finish "Relayer" & Critter it, then return to work on Mindstorm, which may well become VADIS. That would certainly exasperate a particular person who did all she could to ruin my college experience. The reason for doing another draft is Ganz' statement: "extremely commercial, possibly a best seller". Since the patent on the atypical antipsychotics runs out in 2007, after Mindstorm I'm doing nothing but short stories until there is such a thing as generic Risperdal.

the lunatic is on the grass (I wish)

I think that I already noted this, but here goes anyway: Trish had a minor fender (Otis) bender on the way to work the other day; expenses (repairs), expenses (insurance), expenses (I want electric blanket); now she's scared & insecure about her driving & won't do any more, except for twice a week with Trish-uh! until she gets getting out of parking lots down.

Yesterday, I went to one (& only one) day of the State Conference on Mental Illness, where I Hope(d) to meet a lucky little lady in the city of Electric Light. Cheri had told me to meet them at the Layout at 7:30, so I got Trish up around 6:00 -- another night without sleep; I got up at 4:00 AM, though we had gone to bed early, after Jeffer Auss fixed the stairwell-thingy. I tried to call the Perky Pam Layout a couple times around 7:00, to see if Mary G. Wanna was there, & finally called Cheri, who said that she'd pick me up at home; it was raining -- something that added to Trish's fear & loathing of driving the bat-mobile (www.onewest.net/~jbauer/batmans.car).

Cheri drove up almost the exact instant I went out on the porch to wait. There are Toros out on the porch, so I was fortunate that she arrived when she did. Mary had cancelled, probably from a previous night of descoobyization rituals. Charlene went for the ride & to hang out with Cheri shopping; Gail went & smoked a lot, as did the other 2. We discussed Trish's driving, & I said some of the members were too negative about it, & Cheri said, "Quit talking about Colleen", who is off all of her meds, but apparently got the idea to get a job from the dauntless Bumblebee Girl.

When we arrived I stashed my parka at the registration desk & ran into Grant, who'd spent 5 months in Tepid Coils after leaving here, & is finally back on his meds. I caught most of the session on LEAP, which defined for me anosignia, & how schizophrenia resembles stroke in that respect. Then I had to use the bathroom, & ran into Quentin there, & he Schroet-circuited Blade Runner. Gail ate lunch with me, & afterwards I told my story to some guy who was collecting them, but forgot about fear & loathing in Muhammad Ali's back yard, not to mention Drugster Truckdrivin' Man.

I found the panel on Medicare/Medicaid, & it looks like I'm getting screwed: I'll be off of Medicaid in January, & can't afford the co-pays on drugs that cost $800 a bottle, at least not until the patents run out on the atypical antipsychotics in 2007.

I went to the (nervous) rec-room, & met a bipolar woman there who may be signing up for the Layout, then spent a long time chatting with a couple women -- I thought I saw Hope at a distance & yelled at her, but she didn't turn around. I probably should've given chase, but didn't, so I guess I'm going to have to write another letter, psychotic letters being something I've been good at since the days of Becca.

We ate supper at the China buffet, where I had (really) all-u-can-eat. The drive home was uneventful, save that Cheri started babbling that twins run in families, so I guess she either never took genetics in nursing school or flunked that class. I didn't argue as it would've been pointless.

Trish was watching (what else?) Buffy when I got home. She'd taken a taxi to work, as it was a pissy day & she's so frightened of driving now. She'd eaten a lot of junk food with the money that I'd given her, but at least our food stamps are in today, & we have chicken in the freezer.

Keith called about the time Buffy was over, but I told him that I was tired & needed to go to bed early. I slept until 6:00 this morning. Yay, sleeping pills!

Today, I'm going to work on "Relayer" while Trish is at work. She has more driving lessons this afternoon, & I'm sure (sort of) she'll be OK to drive during the frigid weather.

rent-a-wreck

Yesterday, I made a horrible mistake: the forecast was for shitty weather, crappy weather, pissy weather, so I advised Trish to take the car. She parked in the lot of the Rosicrucian Temple Building (Cheri never graduated from the Invisible College) & walked over to the Iron Claw Credit Union to take out money for the car insurance. We went into the Perky Pam Layout, where Noncorean was being loud & Wayne was freaking out, headed back to the Tepid Coils. When Trish left for work, she banged up the trim on some lawyer's van. Cops in cars came (wish there were some topless bars in town) & took pictures of the damage.

Trish did get to work shortly & threw all her frustrations into it, but I had to call Fred to find someone who could come & just listen to music with me for a couple hours to overcome my fear & loathing. Altogether, though, we're probably just going to have to pay more insurance, & Trish won't drive any more until she sees Trish-uh! on Thursday & Friday. She'll have to work in the cold, but it will be worth it to have the Bumblebee Girl OK.

Then when we were listening to music -- our special friend -- Kimothy arrived, but it bothered Trish as she had wanted to spend an evening with me. I finally sent Kim home, & we watched the Buffster till bedtime.

Car-girl & I are supposed to go out today, & I have a lot of things to do with her, but I'll do them on foot if I have to -- she was sick yesterday. Food stamps are due tomorrow, & I want to pay our insurance in a timely fashion, though knowing with savage dread that the rates may go up.