return of Dr. Diaper

Monday was shot day. Trish & I went upstairs at the Silver Rectangle to let Perky Pam put a spike into my vein & I guess that I just don't know. I became bored with the Center, so I walked home to put Heavy Metal into the machine, then realized I had to pick up some scripts at Western Drug. Christy told Trish that she'd seen me walking by the drugstore so she wondered if I'd been arguing with Cheri. No, I don't argue with her, but she's the reason I don't want to go to the Center anymore. There's also the food & the aggravation.

Yesterday I did some work on "Relayer" while waiting for Car-girl. She's so popular. We went to Bi-Mart for some coffee, then sat around El Taco Loco for awhile & drank diet Mt. Dew. Trish arrived home early as her Physical Therapy appointment had been cancelled. The cab gave her a ride home, anyway. We had sketti for supper.

Today she has an appointment with Dr. Huffman for her bowel movements. She has black shit. She's taking a day off from work, & has asked me this afternoon to show her a little of how to use the keyboard. Fred & I had a long discussion last night over what would be the best way to teach her.