fear & loathing in the literary agency
Yesterday was shot day, so when Trish woke up -- a little early, for her -- we first trucked our car insurance check to the Doucher Agency, then walked to the Perky Pam Layout. We gave Karen the money that we owed her, then waited around for Pam. She put a spike into my vein & I tell you things ain't quite the same when the Scientology-fucking haldol is in your blood & the blood is in your head.
Trish split for work a few minutes before Lisa opened up the downstairs. No one was around, hardly, so after Brawny & Ryan started to play pool I played Pyramid on the computer for awhile. We had a late lunch of chicken & rice.
When I came home I put on my Who DVD, & about the time it ended I heard from Trish -- she was getting off work early; she could come to the doctor with me. She pretty much literally ran home, changed her clothes, then took forever to eat a peanut butter sandwich while she sat on her Bumble Bee Bear's lap, waiting for the taxi. I'd made the appointment 'cause I wanted my prostate checked, seeing as how I'm now over 50. It was embarrassing with the finger up my butt; the lab test was a little easier, & then I had to schedule a colonoscopy. I see the doctor about that Thursday morning.
Trish & I ate at the hospital cafeteria. We both had the same thing, hot turkey sandwich, except she skipped the mashed potatoes & bought some Crystal Light; we both had yogurt.
We returned on the Invisible Taxi. The new owner tried to demand money out of us, & I had to try to explain that it was Medicaid. I finally satisfied her when I told her my name.
I called Karen about the moths. When Fred installed the air-conditioner he'd put some styrofoam down to "balance" it & it left a gap, so she suggested stuffing it with something. Trish found some old nylons & hopefully we won't see her dancing around with a fly-swatter today.
We watched Dark Angel, then recorded the 2nd episode. RAW moved temporarily to Sci-Fi, so the usual marathon ended early.
This morning I sent a real atomic pitch for 21st Century Schizoid Man to Spin, saying the Rolling Stone had recommended me. I then got on Preditors & Editors, after a search, in order to look for agents. I'll write to one when Trish is at work.
Trish split for work a few minutes before Lisa opened up the downstairs. No one was around, hardly, so after Brawny & Ryan started to play pool I played Pyramid on the computer for awhile. We had a late lunch of chicken & rice.
When I came home I put on my Who DVD, & about the time it ended I heard from Trish -- she was getting off work early; she could come to the doctor with me. She pretty much literally ran home, changed her clothes, then took forever to eat a peanut butter sandwich while she sat on her Bumble Bee Bear's lap, waiting for the taxi. I'd made the appointment 'cause I wanted my prostate checked, seeing as how I'm now over 50. It was embarrassing with the finger up my butt; the lab test was a little easier, & then I had to schedule a colonoscopy. I see the doctor about that Thursday morning.
Trish & I ate at the hospital cafeteria. We both had the same thing, hot turkey sandwich, except she skipped the mashed potatoes & bought some Crystal Light; we both had yogurt.
We returned on the Invisible Taxi. The new owner tried to demand money out of us, & I had to try to explain that it was Medicaid. I finally satisfied her when I told her my name.
I called Karen about the moths. When Fred installed the air-conditioner he'd put some styrofoam down to "balance" it & it left a gap, so she suggested stuffing it with something. Trish found some old nylons & hopefully we won't see her dancing around with a fly-swatter today.
We watched Dark Angel, then recorded the 2nd episode. RAW moved temporarily to Sci-Fi, so the usual marathon ended early.
This morning I sent a real atomic pitch for 21st Century Schizoid Man to Spin, saying the Rolling Stone had recommended me. I then got on Preditors & Editors, after a search, in order to look for agents. I'll write to one when Trish is at work.
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