...how we got along after the bug bomb

This morning, as soon as Trish was up, I started breakfast... only to have her find 3 moths. She killed them with the broom, but it left me really mad at Fred: when we aired out the house yesterday, he'd insisted on leaving the front door open. I called Karen, who advised Trish (& myself) not to get mad at Fred, or he might stop doing favors for us. I'm now starting to think they may be coming in thru the air-conditioner. I also suspect that they were living under the chair by the a/c, & that's why you'd see so many over there.

After Trish left I picked up some peanut butter, bread crumbs, & coffee at Albertson's, which only came to 5 buckadingdongs (it's only a tiny jar of coffee), so I ate a wheat taco at El Taco Loco for lunch. I came back, put on the new Madonna & turned on the a/c. I called Keith but got me Bonnie; finally had to quit talking 'cause I needed to use the bathroom.

After the video, I wrote to Robbie Matthews, who's apparently blacklisted me from his magazine for objecting strenuously to a rude & sarcastic review of "Fragile Eggshell Mind". God & science fiction readers can so miss the point of a metaphor.

Karen promised Trish she'd pick us up sometime after she returns from work.

I don't know what my problem is now, mania or depression -- I think I'm talking fast -- but it's made it difficult to work, even though I did dapple my painting with some more pearlescent white. On top of everything else, I have a caffeine headache from Taco Treat. If we go some place for budget I'm going to insist on not-having Coke.