the day of savages

Monday Perky Pam shot me & Trish up with haldol again, which I believe is a wonderful drug, in spite of the Science of Church-a-tology. I needed it as I'd just received a "sorry" from ASIM that morning. Car-girl had already agreed to give Trish a ride to work. We played War until Trish left, then I hung around doing very little until we ate: some real atomic submarine sandwiches that I really didn't need cuzza the fat; today we're eating at the Soup Kitchen as Cheri is fixing chicken & she won't take the skin off.

I watched movies for the rest of the day, up until Trish took her bath, when I discovered a 2nd rejection, this time on "Trinities" from Son & Foe, whose vague guidelines offer no insight. I called Ted & he agreed to work on marketing the thing for the meanwhile.

Trish has an appointment with Huffman today for a physical, so she took the day off from work. We decided to skip the Layout to avoid Cheri's cooking. Right now she's doing dishes in the kitchen. Car-girl will be giving us a ride to the Clinic before our TA. If Trish is discovered to have any serious ailments at the Clinic I'll blog some more.