She sleeps sweetly...

Trish is still in bed, this Saturday after her surgery. Even though the Bumble Bee Girl could be heading into cancer -- the growth on her arm was a benign skin cancer -- she's very brave in confronting it. Yesterday she seemed to be becoming alive again. The first day she napped a lot & didn't really develop much of an appetite until yesterday, even though she wasn't able to finish her Corn Chex in the morning.

Car-girl did our TA yesterday instead of Thursday; Thursday she went to Griffles. We left Trish parked in front of the TV with a Sci-Fi channel Andromeda marathon playing. We did some odds-&-ends in the laundry-mat & then went to Bi-Mart for Diet Shasta Grapefruit -- 2 buckadingdongs -- followed by 10 cans of the 2 for a buckadingdong vegetables at the Buckadingdong store, where Noncorean was provocatively absent. We then went to Jack's Tacos for a Diet Mountain Dew & talked for awhile.

Last night Trish & I did her hair. She knelt by the tub while I bucketed water over her head.

After I fixed a big pot of sketti for supper. We put on Legend & fuck Scientology. Kimothy kame around; she's leaving for Oreo-gone soon. I figured out the closed captions so she could watch TV with us. She had to go take her meds at 7:00. Trish got tired early cuzza her pain pills. We talked a little while snuggling & she thought I'd get into terrible legal troubles for making a Tom Cruise joke in the Invisible Hog, but I reassured her that it was just one sentence & fuck Scientology. If she reads The War of Dreams this afternoon I may actually be able to finish the Hog. What a long, strange motorcycle trip it's been.