dentist the mentalist, part 2

Wednesday was my appointment with the dentist in Malt-o-meal; nobodaddy in the city of Invisible accepts Medicaid anymore. Car-girl drove up around 10:00, along with her friend Jeremy, who is hardly Otis. We cruised at high velocity along Dawn's Highway while Jeremy slept in the back seat. Dentist the Mentalist found nothing wrong with my teeth & recommended Sensodyne; at least I got some free samples. We ate at the coffee shop across the street -- I had a smothered burrito as part of the special. Then Jeremy wanted to see the Radio Shaft as the one here is giving him it (the Shaft).

Trish & I both arrived home about the same time, & I invited Jeffer Auss over. Suppertime I fixed us stir fry, then as I was about to take a bath Jeffer called & I had to back out; we had 8:15 appointments with Dr. Locoweed.

Suzette raised Trish's artane & didn't understand why I let some bozo on Critters rankle me, but being insulted over a story does tend to irritate me. "Find someone sufficiently anal to check your punctuation", my ass! It's just like the bozo who wrote in Wednesday morning trying to tell me to "research" schizophrenia, when all he knew about it was from a rather inept use of a search engine.

I wasn't able to write today, except for this little piece of wrighting, but am still optimistic about the Chemical Marriage, not to mention QA, in spite of that one bozo. In a previous draft it merited a personal slip from Stan Schmidt, so why should I listen to this guy? I want to re-make/re-model it & send it in to Jim Baen's Universe, as they just said I'm "on the right track", & definitely pay well.