Kimothy: really O'Leery
Kimothy opened up an old wound with Trish the other night, & picked the absolute worst time to do it. Trish's anxiety level is terribly high right now, in spite of which she keeps functioning. She's ashamed, though, that one day she took off from work a little early 'cause her foot hurt. I guess Bridget was left with a bunch of pans to clean 'cause a bunch of people came in at the last minute -- but that wasn't Trish's fault.
So she has split days off. This week she had Friday off & is getting today off, so she can finally go to church (& not the Scientological one, which defies all logic). Friday Car-girl took me to the Iron Claws, then tried to assemble Trish's car wash kit, only to take it home to her husband. After Trish's shower Kimothy Kame & upset Trish over something we both agreed never to do again. It tore at the delicate fabric of Trish's mind, & left her with a lot of anxiety & paranoia -- in spite of which I don't think that she needs a med change; she needs to see Charlene & will be seeing her every 2 weeks until we see Doc Larocque.
Saturday a couple of the pancakes burned, but at least we avoided another wholescale almost-tragedy; Trish had cleaned the burners while I was out with Car-girl. I'd been experimenting with Mozy, a site that allows you to make free backups. After I found out you need broadband I erased the program. Work on "Relayer" went fairly smoothly, 'cause I'd taken a Scientology-fucking Xanax earlier in the day; Trish's anxiety affects mine. I finished a draft, though I'm still not certain what I'll do for an ending. I may re-Critter it, but my participation ratio is down to 108%, with me only doing crits when I get a reminder note, but I may need to drop out of the group eventually; I'm now legally blind & Kimothy's blonde hair does nothing Trish's cant. (Legally Blonde just popped into my mind there.)
After I finished "Relayer" I put on the Ferry/Roxy videotape & relaxed until Trish came home. She spent 1/2 an hour napping (she still thinks she's depressed, in spite of doing the housework), 1/2 an hour in the shower, 1/2 an hour in bed air-drying her foot so we could put some more ointment & a band-aid on it, then watched Buffy in the basement until the chicken was done, & it was finger-lickin'.
We watched a porno for 1/2 an hour, then shot the Orgasm Death. Donna called right when we were exasperating VADIS, but eventually I overcame the impotence caused by the Scientology-fucking haldol. I wish there was a way to overcome the Kimothy fantasy; I mean it's not like she's better looking than Trish.
Once we were done we went straight to bed & I fell right asleep 'cause I took 3 temazapam. I woke up around 5:00, but stayed in bed until almost 6:00. Trish woke up to take her pain pill & Synthroid & is now sound asleep again while I surf cyberspace.
So she has split days off. This week she had Friday off & is getting today off, so she can finally go to church (& not the Scientological one, which defies all logic). Friday Car-girl took me to the Iron Claws, then tried to assemble Trish's car wash kit, only to take it home to her husband. After Trish's shower Kimothy Kame & upset Trish over something we both agreed never to do again. It tore at the delicate fabric of Trish's mind, & left her with a lot of anxiety & paranoia -- in spite of which I don't think that she needs a med change; she needs to see Charlene & will be seeing her every 2 weeks until we see Doc Larocque.
Saturday a couple of the pancakes burned, but at least we avoided another wholescale almost-tragedy; Trish had cleaned the burners while I was out with Car-girl. I'd been experimenting with Mozy, a site that allows you to make free backups. After I found out you need broadband I erased the program. Work on "Relayer" went fairly smoothly, 'cause I'd taken a Scientology-fucking Xanax earlier in the day; Trish's anxiety affects mine. I finished a draft, though I'm still not certain what I'll do for an ending. I may re-Critter it, but my participation ratio is down to 108%, with me only doing crits when I get a reminder note, but I may need to drop out of the group eventually; I'm now legally blind & Kimothy's blonde hair does nothing Trish's cant. (Legally Blonde just popped into my mind there.)
After I finished "Relayer" I put on the Ferry/Roxy videotape & relaxed until Trish came home. She spent 1/2 an hour napping (she still thinks she's depressed, in spite of doing the housework), 1/2 an hour in the shower, 1/2 an hour in bed air-drying her foot so we could put some more ointment & a band-aid on it, then watched Buffy in the basement until the chicken was done, & it was finger-lickin'.
We watched a porno for 1/2 an hour, then shot the Orgasm Death. Donna called right when we were exasperating VADIS, but eventually I overcame the impotence caused by the Scientology-fucking haldol. I wish there was a way to overcome the Kimothy fantasy; I mean it's not like she's better looking than Trish.
Once we were done we went straight to bed & I fell right asleep 'cause I took 3 temazapam. I woke up around 5:00, but stayed in bed until almost 6:00. Trish woke up to take her pain pill & Synthroid & is now sound asleep again while I surf cyberspace.
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