manic Monday

OK, so I didn't capitalize "manic", something BJ Thrower would've done, that insufferable bitch who turned around & hated me after I accused Brian Hopkins of plagiarization, her excuse being, "I'm a totally minor author". Stupid dildo. I hope I never have to meet her. Maybe I'll have to put her into the Invisible Hog. The world famous NJ Weedman already has a role, assuming he wants it. He could be heroes, for more than one day -- I don't know what to do with the BJ bitch, probably turn her into a hooker. Neurosurgeons scream for more!

So Sunday the mighty Insect Slayer cooked breakfast -- lemon poppyseed muffins; bear licks the honey off the muffins. We went to Palm Sunday Mass with a can of tomatoes & Fr. agreed to anoint me -- there is water in fire; there is fire in a chrism. I spent the afternoon listening to Lou Reed, B-52s, Jethro Tull & a double-disc King Crimson. I watched LOTR in the evening -- the stereo's starting to bust; the crackling sound's back. Or at least it was until I turned off the EQ. My crossover components are here at Perky Pam's, so I won't need to boost the bass anymore, anyway. A 91 db efficiency on the part of the woofers should result in a louder bass. Currently, the 6-1/2" driver is handling a lot of that, & it's inefficient.

After the King returned & before he was Crimson this morning Trish watched the Buffster. I woke up before 5:00 again this morning so tonight I might take 3 sleeping pills -- but since Perky Pam is putting a spike into my vein today (& fuck the Science of Church-a-tology) I may be able to do with just 2. Now I must check my email & work on TC.