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.
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.
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