sleepless in Invisible
Just got offline with some married woman in China, which I suppose proves to George W. Bush & the Department of Homeland Security that I'm a dangerous terrorist. President Gas is President Gas again! Actually, I broke away from her because her husband was "addicted" to antidepressants & was taking herbs instead. Bunch of barbarians.
So last night I had trouble sleeping. John had called right around bedtime, & insisted that he knows more about Judas than I do, specifically that the 4G are "older than the 'Gnostic Gospels'", which is extremely dubious. But then, he's redeemed thru pain & not thru joy.
So the day started off with me online, surfing cyberspace up unti the point where we went to Church -- 10:00 in order to beat the crowd. Afterwards we went to El Taco Loco, but Crazy Tacos, besides being my brother, was closed. We came home & tried Pizza Hut -- closed until 4:00. Finally, we made ham sandwiches & Campbell's spaghetti, which either came from Bi-Mart or the Buckadingdong Store -- hey, dig this, Clean Noncoream got a job there & is still hauling stuff off to the pawn shop; a little too many submarines.
So while Trish napped first, then cleaned, I went down in the basement to watch The Wall & get my eyes excited. Since she wasn't done when the wall exploded I put on my Blondie. She came down to see, then we both went back upstairs to watch Pink Floyd Pulse & order our pizza: Italian sausage stuffed crust; a can of pineapple at bedtime.
I watched Tommy on Showtime while Trish played Penguins, then read my latest attempt at the fantastic. I think that I'm pretty much done with it, but want to write a real atomic cover letter to Sheila Williams, whose Azimuth I can no longer reach because the print's too small, even with a magnifying glass -- today I'm going to try a crit.
Trish liked this draft of Skyfight, but it took forever for her to finish it, so we weren't able to clean Smelly Bear's cage before bedtime. Then I woke up at 4:00 -- I think my vision's the source of my problems, & the Chinese woman can cram her herbs up her ass.
So last night I had trouble sleeping. John had called right around bedtime, & insisted that he knows more about Judas than I do, specifically that the 4G are "older than the 'Gnostic Gospels'", which is extremely dubious. But then, he's redeemed thru pain & not thru joy.
So the day started off with me online, surfing cyberspace up unti the point where we went to Church -- 10:00 in order to beat the crowd. Afterwards we went to El Taco Loco, but Crazy Tacos, besides being my brother, was closed. We came home & tried Pizza Hut -- closed until 4:00. Finally, we made ham sandwiches & Campbell's spaghetti, which either came from Bi-Mart or the Buckadingdong Store -- hey, dig this, Clean Noncoream got a job there & is still hauling stuff off to the pawn shop; a little too many submarines.
So while Trish napped first, then cleaned, I went down in the basement to watch The Wall & get my eyes excited. Since she wasn't done when the wall exploded I put on my Blondie. She came down to see, then we both went back upstairs to watch Pink Floyd Pulse & order our pizza: Italian sausage stuffed crust; a can of pineapple at bedtime.
I watched Tommy on Showtime while Trish played Penguins, then read my latest attempt at the fantastic. I think that I'm pretty much done with it, but want to write a real atomic cover letter to Sheila Williams, whose Azimuth I can no longer reach because the print's too small, even with a magnifying glass -- today I'm going to try a crit.
Trish liked this draft of Skyfight, but it took forever for her to finish it, so we weren't able to clean Smelly Bear's cage before bedtime. Then I woke up at 4:00 -- I think my vision's the source of my problems, & the Chinese woman can cram her herbs up her ass.
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