hours before the winter sun's ignited...

...I believe in dreams -- & Trish had a good one last night: Jessica Alba interviewed me, to promote my book, The Mind-Warp Era (by pen name W.C. Leadbeater), which has had all references to the batmobile expunged, but you can still know fear & loathing in the batmobile, Dick Payola to the contrary: www.onewest.net/~jbauer/batmans.car

Thursday seems like a dream to me now. I remember that we ate at the Layout, but forget what we had. Friday it was sketti. X-mas Eve we opened our presents early, including a couple cards in the mail: Trish & I got 50 Friendlies from her mom & she got 20 from her aunt. She ran over to the grocery store & bought some food (see what Risperdal does, Iron Steele?). We tried to start Trish's car, but the battery's dead.

Then Kimothy stopped by when we started to go thru the cheese & crackers Trish's dad had sent us. Kim gave us a card, but like Tom Moran wants to shoot the Orgasm-death, like Willy the Crystal. We ate our feast around 5:00, but concluded that we should put the carrots back in the crock pot for an hour.

We'd planned on going to Church at 7:00, but I couldn't stay awake so Trish & I went to bed early, along with A-roobie-doobie-doobie Bear, which was Trish-uh!'s gift. When we awoke in the middle of the night to use the toilet I had to take another sleeping pill, but am now awake & willing to spend my daze with Trish, artane (the Wayne Zymore drug) to the contrary.