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Yesterday, I saw Joe, about that brief lapse into suicidal thought that I had the weekend I was taking a break from writing. Just before then, Lucy called. I'd been reading my library book, but because of my nightmare vision, have to set a book down every few minutes, to rest my eyes. I'd just discovered the latest conspiracy on Mospheira, when the phone rang. A few minutes earlier I'd taken a Xanax & fuck the skinny dog. We chatted about the Velvet Underground, though I forgot to give her the link to "Andy Morlock's Dead": http://www.onewest.net/~jbauer/morlock a real hot link on the VU webring that was created from a Timothy Leary short story on an overnight nutmeg binge. (It is a little known fact that nutmeg is a legal psychedelic drug. You make herb tea out of it.)
So the morning was fairly nondescript. After Trish left for work I played around with "Astronomy Domine", & eliminated a scene, which now means establishing the character of Altenzauber (the vorkling Finny) differently. For lunch I had a TV dinner & a bowl of frozen vegetables. I took a quick bath & went to read before the phone rang.
When I came home from Joe's office Trish had already arrived, even though she was on foot. We ate our veggies -- she's now bringing stuff home from the salad bar -- before she took a bath. For supper she wanted to have pot pie, so we preheated the oven, then discovered that you could microwave the pasties. In the evening she played Penguins while I went for a walk. When I returned she said that she had some good news & some bad news: her sleep apnea test has been scheduled for Sept. 21st & a nap-test the next day, but I don't get to come with her, though I can visit her (when she's not napping).
She wanted to go bouncy-bouncy, so we skipped Dark Angel & left it on record. Since we went to bed so early I took 3 temazapam & fuck Scientology. This morning I slept in until 6:00, so I guess that the higher dose really does kick in. I feel rested & am ready to face another Scientology-fucking day.
So the morning was fairly nondescript. After Trish left for work I played around with "Astronomy Domine", & eliminated a scene, which now means establishing the character of Altenzauber (the vorkling Finny) differently. For lunch I had a TV dinner & a bowl of frozen vegetables. I took a quick bath & went to read before the phone rang.
When I came home from Joe's office Trish had already arrived, even though she was on foot. We ate our veggies -- she's now bringing stuff home from the salad bar -- before she took a bath. For supper she wanted to have pot pie, so we preheated the oven, then discovered that you could microwave the pasties. In the evening she played Penguins while I went for a walk. When I returned she said that she had some good news & some bad news: her sleep apnea test has been scheduled for Sept. 21st & a nap-test the next day, but I don't get to come with her, though I can visit her (when she's not napping).
She wanted to go bouncy-bouncy, so we skipped Dark Angel & left it on record. Since we went to bed so early I took 3 temazapam & fuck Scientology. This morning I slept in until 6:00, so I guess that the higher dose really does kick in. I feel rested & am ready to face another Scientology-fucking day.
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