the Root(boy) canals of Mars
Trish is awake now, watching Retro Music on digital cable. She's just had her Corn Chex; we only eat cereal on her day off. I guess we'll be going back to the Soup Kitchen for lunch (Cheri is not an option).
I've just had more work on my root canal. Yesterday I mailed "Astronomy Domine" to Analog (not that I think it'll sell there) & Bill his copy of WordPerfect. Then Perky Pam put a spike into my vein & I shot the orgasm death. Trish left for work & I stuck around for Cheri's stir fry. Car-girl showed up with her grand-daughter about 11:30. To entertain the kid, I taught her how to play War.
Reuben down the highway at incredibe super-speed, we wound up at Dentist the Mentalist's office early, but he took us in. I had to lie on my back with a dingy-homner in my mouth for an hour. When he finished all the filing I called Trish -- no answer, so on the way home I stopped in Harlem for a diet Coke to wash down a dangerous experimental antidepressant & fuck Scientology & the skinny dog.
When we arrived I found Trish watching TV; she'd been in the shower when I'd called. We ordered out a vegetarian pizza from her place of employ, then watched Star Trek until it started to suck & she put on the Buffster. I took a bath during the first part of a Buffy episode, but my Xanax (& fuck Scientology) crashed me out real bad so when the alarm clock went off this morning I almost didn't get up then.
Today is Tuesday, Trish's day off & a week before her surgery. Tomorrow, I intend to at least work out the pagination of the Hog & then try to figure out the chords to Light that Fire; mellotron playing to a reggae backbeat that's hard to master. Today I'll be at Bi-Mart with Car-girl, picking up some Weed-b-Gone, a sprayer bottle, dishwasher detergent, & warsh (a Cheri-ism) cloths.
I've just had more work on my root canal. Yesterday I mailed "Astronomy Domine" to Analog (not that I think it'll sell there) & Bill his copy of WordPerfect. Then Perky Pam put a spike into my vein & I shot the orgasm death. Trish left for work & I stuck around for Cheri's stir fry. Car-girl showed up with her grand-daughter about 11:30. To entertain the kid, I taught her how to play War.
Reuben down the highway at incredibe super-speed, we wound up at Dentist the Mentalist's office early, but he took us in. I had to lie on my back with a dingy-homner in my mouth for an hour. When he finished all the filing I called Trish -- no answer, so on the way home I stopped in Harlem for a diet Coke to wash down a dangerous experimental antidepressant & fuck Scientology & the skinny dog.
When we arrived I found Trish watching TV; she'd been in the shower when I'd called. We ordered out a vegetarian pizza from her place of employ, then watched Star Trek until it started to suck & she put on the Buffster. I took a bath during the first part of a Buffy episode, but my Xanax (& fuck Scientology) crashed me out real bad so when the alarm clock went off this morning I almost didn't get up then.
Today is Tuesday, Trish's day off & a week before her surgery. Tomorrow, I intend to at least work out the pagination of the Hog & then try to figure out the chords to Light that Fire; mellotron playing to a reggae backbeat that's hard to master. Today I'll be at Bi-Mart with Car-girl, picking up some Weed-b-Gone, a sprayer bottle, dishwasher detergent, & warsh (a Cheri-ism) cloths.
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