off we go...
...to work in the City of Invisible, to Pizza the Hutt. Sunday was the end of Trish's vacation, if you really want to call having your foot chopped up & then having to walk on (Paul) tippytoes for a couple weeks. It's been almost 3 weeks to the day since Trish last hosed down the dishes from the luncheon buffet. Tomorrow is our official anniversary, so I'm taking her out to Dairy Queen for ice cream. Today I fix her pancakes again, & then she'll have leftover stir-fry for lunch.
What's also cool is that Car-girl is giving her help on pulling out of the Atrium parking lot. We need to go there to check some buckadingdongs out of the Iron Claw Credit Union. I also need to go to the Upstairs for my shot (& fuck Scientology) & will stay Downstairs for lunch as the haldol crashes me out too bad to do much in the way of writing. Work on "Relayer" will therefore be suspended until Tuesday, which is TA day with Car-girl. She didn't make Mrs. Montana, but at least she went to the pageant -- & lost 75 lbs. for it since last year.
This morning Bob Richards sent me a reply on my email about Trish's foot surgery. He promised to send me a magnifying glass. Maybe if it's here before Kamp I'll go out & read a book & stare at Noncorean boobs when she's leaving the water. Although I don't know just yet if we'll be going to the dam or the Iron Claws.
Trish at least didn't wake up at 5:00 this morning like I did. My own excuse is that I'm probably hypomanic -- the Scientology fucking spike into my vein may nullify that -- but where the Bumble Bee Girl is concerned, she might not need a med change. Waking up early was probably just due to anxiety over work. Yesterday she had some nightmares that I'd divorce her for failing at driving, & I have to convince her that I'm not going to let her go. She's too cute, child-like personality & all.
I certainly had some anxiety of my own over Trish returning to work. Yesterday I had to take a Xanax & fuck the skinny dog. I'm running low so I have to call Western Drug once they're open, as well as needing some refills on other stuff.
She sleeps sweetly... I think that I'll get off the computer & just listen to Retro-active until the alarm goes off.
What's also cool is that Car-girl is giving her help on pulling out of the Atrium parking lot. We need to go there to check some buckadingdongs out of the Iron Claw Credit Union. I also need to go to the Upstairs for my shot (& fuck Scientology) & will stay Downstairs for lunch as the haldol crashes me out too bad to do much in the way of writing. Work on "Relayer" will therefore be suspended until Tuesday, which is TA day with Car-girl. She didn't make Mrs. Montana, but at least she went to the pageant -- & lost 75 lbs. for it since last year.
This morning Bob Richards sent me a reply on my email about Trish's foot surgery. He promised to send me a magnifying glass. Maybe if it's here before Kamp I'll go out & read a book & stare at Noncorean boobs when she's leaving the water. Although I don't know just yet if we'll be going to the dam or the Iron Claws.
Trish at least didn't wake up at 5:00 this morning like I did. My own excuse is that I'm probably hypomanic -- the Scientology fucking spike into my vein may nullify that -- but where the Bumble Bee Girl is concerned, she might not need a med change. Waking up early was probably just due to anxiety over work. Yesterday she had some nightmares that I'd divorce her for failing at driving, & I have to convince her that I'm not going to let her go. She's too cute, child-like personality & all.
I certainly had some anxiety of my own over Trish returning to work. Yesterday I had to take a Xanax & fuck the skinny dog. I'm running low so I have to call Western Drug once they're open, as well as needing some refills on other stuff.
She sleeps sweetly... I think that I'll get off the computer & just listen to Retro-active until the alarm goes off.
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