Karen Karalike & the new T&A

Trish just left for work, & I'm knowing savage dread: it's reached the point where typewriter torment has become a chore, transformed from the daze of Dada into mere drudgery by the Critters-inspired move from inspiration to hackwork. + it was a lot more fun when I only did it smoking lightning.

I didn't get anything done yesterday, as Trish had the day off. Trish-uh! missed her TA, so Trish (the non-uh! one) developed a little anxiety; this morning she took 1/2 a Xanax for it & fuck Scientology. So instead Karen took us up to the Village & we ate Crazy Tacos & did budget. We had a Buffy/Britney-fest in the afternoon to cheer up my wife, & then I fixed us sone steak, beans, & green beans -- the beans we got at the mall with Karen; all in all we bought nearly 20 buckadingdongs worth of groceries at the Buckadingdong Store. While Trish watched Buffy I bought 15 buckadingdongs of food. Money is tight around here, but I should have enough to send Bill my old Corel WordPerfect, though I want to talk with him on the phone first.

Now it's time for pre-torment: I want to write to Hope. There will always be Hope, but thankfully no longer LDS.