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.