sleepless in Invisible -- again, beautiful friend

Last night was tough on me & even tougher on Trish. We had to get her up early (the other night I got her up hard with Mr. Friendly & she had a terminal orgasm), so we went to bed early, right after we finished watching Coyote Ugly down in the basement. I'd holed up there to watch movies while she did housecleaning to Dance Music (dance surround, too). When she finished she came to join me & watch a couple things.

So at bedtime I wanted to experiment with reducing my temazapam & only took one -- & finally took another 2 at 1:00 AM. She finally got to sleep around 3:00-4:00 & then after breakfast I went over to Joe's office to talk about how I'm coping with the partial blindness.

Karen had a long talk with Trish while I was in session -- Trish's paranoia is on the rise again; she thought that the waitresses at Pizza Hut had deliberately followed her home from work in order to throw bird crap on her car window.

When Trish put her cup away downstairs I couldn't deal with the Aggravation or the Clean Noncorean so I came home. It's like I'm the only person at Iron Claw House who has any goals -- & "the typewriter is part of his illness" to all of them there. It's just like it was with those 3 chicks in the hospital -- same as it ever was.

Then I came home & found yet another crit of the wrong version of "Relayer" in my inbox. Apparently it came from a real lesbian who has no clue as to how to write. I deleted it, read the stuff from [GThom] (they're doing the Gospel of Judas now) & then reread it in with the deleted items.

BTW, Vickie if you're reading this, fraternal twins run in families; identical don't.