Debbie Does Invisible
So yeah, someone really wants to meet me, & that'd be great -- but I'm happily married & am a little leery of relationships like Kimothy -- but her name is Debbie, & she's so cute, if I didn't wouldn't I would. I met her on www.hotornot.com where you can post a pic for public rating, & with my rating (4.7) I'm surprised there's actually anything in my double-match list. Whatever. I could certainly use another pen pal besides Hope. She's a nice girly-girl without the Noncorean boy-chick qualities sometimes associated with feminism.
Yesterday, Trish had to have some fasting bloodwork done at the Clinic. We'd made arrangements with the Invisible Taxi to pick her up at 9:00; then Dr. Sweet Nikki called & delayed the appointment, so we drank our coffee -- hers needed to be black -- Debbie is like her coffee.
Then, after Trish was out the door I put on my headphones & started to surf the darkened seas. I started downloading Yahoo IM & Car-girl rang the doorbell -- inaudible, with my Sonys -- so I finally heard her pounding on the door, had to explain that Trish already had a ride; Dopamax, you know. I ate a peanut butter sandwich & later a can of peas that I found in the basement.
I did the intro to Mindstorm & a query letter to send to an agent (made it truly gonzo), but was having trouble writing in the afternoon, so I put on The Wall, followed by the new Madonna. Fred showed up about 2:20, after finishing with Karen, but then became impatient when Trish didn't get off work until 3:00. Trish had been late for work because the doctor took too long to see her.
When she came home I let her put her Buffster on, then cooked some chicken for supper. She took her bath around 6:00, while I watched Thunderbirds on cable. We watched That 70's Show until bedtime, but I had to crash. I took 3 temazapam last nite; if I wake up early too often I jack the dose up slightly.
Today, I have to do some more work on my tachyon story; they dwell eternally outside the cosmos like the immortal being within us.
Yesterday, Trish had to have some fasting bloodwork done at the Clinic. We'd made arrangements with the Invisible Taxi to pick her up at 9:00; then Dr. Sweet Nikki called & delayed the appointment, so we drank our coffee -- hers needed to be black -- Debbie is like her coffee.
Then, after Trish was out the door I put on my headphones & started to surf the darkened seas. I started downloading Yahoo IM & Car-girl rang the doorbell -- inaudible, with my Sonys -- so I finally heard her pounding on the door, had to explain that Trish already had a ride; Dopamax, you know. I ate a peanut butter sandwich & later a can of peas that I found in the basement.
I did the intro to Mindstorm & a query letter to send to an agent (made it truly gonzo), but was having trouble writing in the afternoon, so I put on The Wall, followed by the new Madonna. Fred showed up about 2:20, after finishing with Karen, but then became impatient when Trish didn't get off work until 3:00. Trish had been late for work because the doctor took too long to see her.
When she came home I let her put her Buffster on, then cooked some chicken for supper. She took her bath around 6:00, while I watched Thunderbirds on cable. We watched That 70's Show until bedtime, but I had to crash. I took 3 temazapam last nite; if I wake up early too often I jack the dose up slightly.
Today, I have to do some more work on my tachyon story; they dwell eternally outside the cosmos like the immortal being within us.
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