shot day

Today is shot day, another flashing chance at bliss: I shoot the Orgasm-Death. Maybe the trials & tribulations of Blanket-man will seem less when Perky Pam puts a spike into my vein, but over the weekend -- Joe to the contrary: "you can't force someone to seek treatment & expect the government to pay for it" -- I looked up the address of the county attorney for Farm Ridge so Biggolith can also get a spike into his vein. What bothers me is how no one else in the family has a bit of compassion for the guy. John used to always rationalize his paranoia: "So you see, sometimes people's mail really does get opened".

Yesterday was a day of work for Trish. Our morning was typical. In the afternoon, I re-made/re-modeled "Relayer", but am unsure if I should re-Critter it. Kim came over just when Trish called, & she actually said, "See you later" when she left. Ed & Denise invited us over for dinner. We had b-b-q pork chops, bean salad, the tough old slop & bread with sunflower seeds as well as the meat. Then we had a bunch of birthday cupcakes after watching the glass teat for awhile, which is Invisible Hog speak for TV.

I hope Trish can make it to & from work OK today. It's supposed to be thunderstorms with gusty winds & small hail. I'd like her to drive, but I think she's still scared. Kenneth said he got into a bunch of small scrapes when he called yesterday. He plans to call back this evening for Trish's birthday. I love my Bumble Bee Girl.