they say it's her birthday -- it was my birthday too, yeah
Today the deluxe & delightful Bumble Bee Girl turned 39. Well, at least she's still Jung, Xianity gathering in the shadows of an unconscious animism relegating awareness to... Pookie Bear! So far, we haven't picked up any birthday presents, not even from her doodyman. She has to work today. Pizza Hut gave her Friday & Saturday off this week. She works until Thursday, when we leave Invisible City for MisCon. Car-girl is taking us to the City of Electric Light to hop the bus down to Helena & from there up to Missoula. I'm really looking forward to this trip, which hopefully will not be dumb A.S.S.. Kangaroo Jack can shove his Amerinds up his ass.
Yesterday Trish slept in until 9:00. whereas I woke up at 5:45. I did my Internet stuff, then worked on "Relayer" for a bit. I have the new ending pretty well drafted. I suppose now I'll have to make up subtitles. I called Joe about what to do about David & he said, "You can't force someone to seek treatment." Bullshit. Monday I'm calling the county attorney where the Biggolith lives & seeing what the procedure is for locking him up until the haldol is in his blood & the blood is in his head. Joe also complained about releasing mental patients because of "lack of money" which is crap. Besides, Joe with his OOBEs is probably a unipolar manic himself. John also wants to wait until Dave is dead to do something, so I guess it's up to me. I can afford a long-distance call & I don't want to see my brother dead & blind before he seeks help.
Trish & I went to lunch around 12:30 to El Taco Loco before Trish's haircut appointment. Afterwards I pulled weeds in the front yard; Up-&-Atom will be chopping down the ones in the alley -- we got another one of those "nuisance weeds" things in the mail. Once Trish was done with the kitchen we both napped for awhile, then went down in the basement to watch videos until bedtime.
Yesterday Trish slept in until 9:00. whereas I woke up at 5:45. I did my Internet stuff, then worked on "Relayer" for a bit. I have the new ending pretty well drafted. I suppose now I'll have to make up subtitles. I called Joe about what to do about David & he said, "You can't force someone to seek treatment." Bullshit. Monday I'm calling the county attorney where the Biggolith lives & seeing what the procedure is for locking him up until the haldol is in his blood & the blood is in his head. Joe also complained about releasing mental patients because of "lack of money" which is crap. Besides, Joe with his OOBEs is probably a unipolar manic himself. John also wants to wait until Dave is dead to do something, so I guess it's up to me. I can afford a long-distance call & I don't want to see my brother dead & blind before he seeks help.
Trish & I went to lunch around 12:30 to El Taco Loco before Trish's haircut appointment. Afterwards I pulled weeds in the front yard; Up-&-Atom will be chopping down the ones in the alley -- we got another one of those "nuisance weeds" things in the mail. Once Trish was done with the kitchen we both napped for awhile, then went down in the basement to watch videos until bedtime.
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