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.
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.
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