The Uncanny X(anax)-men
The last time we were in Electric City Doc Larocque wrighted me a script for Xanax, to deal with my bi-brain. (Timothy Leary really spaced out on my Clozarel.) The other day, I took one, in spite of all the dire & dread warnings of both the Scooby Club & the Science of Church-a-tology. I was talking on the phone to Ed, & felt an overwhelming sense of Savage Dread, so I fetched the bottle out of my pocket & somehow managed to flip my lid without setting the phone down, though I almost spilled the thing. Then I washed it down with a diet Mr. Fruity. The pill deadened me to things like the Karen Relationship ("herbs" have been "studied" in China for 6K) & my mind did not devolve into Abyss & Chaos. Shortly after that Trish & I went to bed, & I slept the night away.
Then Tuesday when Car-girl did the driving I had another panic attack, this one a little milder, so I only took 1/2 a pill. Car-girl & I dropped off the laundry at the laundromat, then peregrinated back to her house after picking up Jeremy Bender as he told her on her cell that her dogs were missing. This caused her Savage Dread. Once we discovered that the dogs were home, we went to PJ's to fill out the copyright forms for my novel, so that if I create an Invisible Hog comic book I don't have to make mine Marvel. True, the smaller publishers probably don't pay as well, but the thing is totally gonzo & so's the dog, not to mention Rebecca is some hot biker chick. I even added a page where Rebecca is playing U-boat with NJ Wheedman. This is real atomic.
So the tsunamis on the surface of the Oceans of the Mind started to come in like sea horses, but then that evening when I tried to watch Pleasantville I conked out after 8:00 & Trish had to get me up to go to bed.
Wednesday Trish took her bat-mobile to work. Tuesday Trish had had the day off, Pizza Hut keeps messing with her hours, so we went to the Layout; she's afraid of the Soup Kitchen after some idiot thoroughly descoobied on Mountain Fresh beer or just plain Schlitz nearly attacked the preacher. So yesterday I had an opportunity to re-make/re-model the Hog, even though most of my new ideas occurred after I got off the computer. I waited for Trish's call from work in the morning -- I mean, her driving caused me so much fear & loathing in October I quit work on Arn -- & then another time when she left, but called her at work 'cause she was running quite late. After watching Heavy Metal we ate the last of the sketti -- more than 3 days in the fridge is too much -- Trish took her shower, & then Jeffer Auss came over partway thru Mean Girls. After that finished he decided to watch The Girl from UNCLE, which was incredibly bad, so I used the net to look up Mood Plus, which is Church-a-tological.
This morning I woke up at 6:00, not having taken a Benadryl, but it looks like I'm going to have to rouse Trish.
Then Tuesday when Car-girl did the driving I had another panic attack, this one a little milder, so I only took 1/2 a pill. Car-girl & I dropped off the laundry at the laundromat, then peregrinated back to her house after picking up Jeremy Bender as he told her on her cell that her dogs were missing. This caused her Savage Dread. Once we discovered that the dogs were home, we went to PJ's to fill out the copyright forms for my novel, so that if I create an Invisible Hog comic book I don't have to make mine Marvel. True, the smaller publishers probably don't pay as well, but the thing is totally gonzo & so's the dog, not to mention Rebecca is some hot biker chick. I even added a page where Rebecca is playing U-boat with NJ Wheedman. This is real atomic.
So the tsunamis on the surface of the Oceans of the Mind started to come in like sea horses, but then that evening when I tried to watch Pleasantville I conked out after 8:00 & Trish had to get me up to go to bed.
Wednesday Trish took her bat-mobile to work. Tuesday Trish had had the day off, Pizza Hut keeps messing with her hours, so we went to the Layout; she's afraid of the Soup Kitchen after some idiot thoroughly descoobied on Mountain Fresh beer or just plain Schlitz nearly attacked the preacher. So yesterday I had an opportunity to re-make/re-model the Hog, even though most of my new ideas occurred after I got off the computer. I waited for Trish's call from work in the morning -- I mean, her driving caused me so much fear & loathing in October I quit work on Arn -- & then another time when she left, but called her at work 'cause she was running quite late. After watching Heavy Metal we ate the last of the sketti -- more than 3 days in the fridge is too much -- Trish took her shower, & then Jeffer Auss came over partway thru Mean Girls. After that finished he decided to watch The Girl from UNCLE, which was incredibly bad, so I used the net to look up Mood Plus, which is Church-a-tological.
This morning I woke up at 6:00, not having taken a Benadryl, but it looks like I'm going to have to rouse Trish.
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