sickness will surely take the mind...
Trish missed a day of work yesterday because of some kind of bug. It started Thursday night, when she called Trish-uh! to let her know that she couldn't do her TA thing Friday morning.
That same night I took 3 temazapam (Scoobies, leave me alone!) as the night before I'd awakened at 4:00 AM, so I slept in until 6:00. If nothig else, my "pills" are my Higher Power, & fuck Narcoholics Numinous. I'd rather sail the darkened seas in a great big submarine.
Friday morning, when Trish called Say-bra (who looks good without one, I guess -- but I just don't know), she went back to bed & napped until noon, while I tormented my typewriter & read my Benford book. (Joe (Nobodaddy calls him by his last name) finally read a science fiction book.)
When Trish finally got out of bed, I fixed a brunch of eggs & pancakes, then she watched David Bowie until I went over to the vid-store & picked up her Britney Spears she had on back order, & a movie, The Wedding Crashers, which Trish liked but I thought was so-so. In the evening we had the last of our sketti & then watched FX until bedtime. Last night, I only took 2 temazapam but slept until 6:30 anyway. For the next couple days I'm taking 2, until insomnia really sets in, & piss on the Science of Church-a-tology.
Unfortunately, though, I think that I screwed up the vid-machine, so our Battlestar Galactica didn't record. Trish was disappointed, & went back to bed for 1/2 an hour, though she did eat brecchie & take her pills -- though she almost accidentally took her calcium instead of Mag-delay. This means that I'm alone with the computer until then. I may try to work on TC, but really need to work on developing a plot. Maybe if Ted writes a couple more scenes I'll get inspired.
That same night I took 3 temazapam (Scoobies, leave me alone!) as the night before I'd awakened at 4:00 AM, so I slept in until 6:00. If nothig else, my "pills" are my Higher Power, & fuck Narcoholics Numinous. I'd rather sail the darkened seas in a great big submarine.
Friday morning, when Trish called Say-bra (who looks good without one, I guess -- but I just don't know), she went back to bed & napped until noon, while I tormented my typewriter & read my Benford book. (Joe (Nobodaddy calls him by his last name) finally read a science fiction book.)
When Trish finally got out of bed, I fixed a brunch of eggs & pancakes, then she watched David Bowie until I went over to the vid-store & picked up her Britney Spears she had on back order, & a movie, The Wedding Crashers, which Trish liked but I thought was so-so. In the evening we had the last of our sketti & then watched FX until bedtime. Last night, I only took 2 temazapam but slept until 6:30 anyway. For the next couple days I'm taking 2, until insomnia really sets in, & piss on the Science of Church-a-tology.
Unfortunately, though, I think that I screwed up the vid-machine, so our Battlestar Galactica didn't record. Trish was disappointed, & went back to bed for 1/2 an hour, though she did eat brecchie & take her pills -- though she almost accidentally took her calcium instead of Mag-delay. This means that I'm alone with the computer until then. I may try to work on TC, but really need to work on developing a plot. Maybe if Ted writes a couple more scenes I'll get inspired.
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