ding-dong, the warts are gone

I am so relieved. Yesterday my apprehension forced me to take a whole Xanax & fuck Scientology & the skinny dog. The reason for my experiencing savage dread was that I was really afraid Trish's tumors would turn out to be cancer & all that this implies. Before we were even ushered into the exam room the doctor said, "I have some good news for you: it's not cancer. It's just a case of stubborn warts".

Car-girl & I did some laundry, picked up 10 cans of sketti-o's at Albertson's & then went to the Gallery for pie & ice cream following buying hamster food at Bi-Mart. We picked up 3 loaves of bread at the bread store, then I returned to find Trish watching Britney. We had leftover pic-a-nic food. The Xanax put me to sleep during Mean Girls & fuck the skinny dog. Biggolith should just lose the thing.