waiting for the dentist (like the sun & the Son)
Trish had to get up at 7:30 yesterday, to go see the foot doctor. We had Albertson's generic toasty-o's for breakfast, then Car-girl called when Trish was still drinking her coffee. Like a rocket-man, we got there on-time, & were in & out in 5 minutes. Since I told Car-girl that I like to walk now, for the exercise, we went up to the park at Water Tower Hill, but it started to rain.
Trish was napping when I got home, & the rain stopped shortly afterward. All the daytime naps may be part of her sleep apnea thing. Car-girl called with an apology: she couldn't make TA, she had a Dr. appointment in Electric City & had to take the afternoon off, so Trish cleaned the bathroom sink with a toothbrush. We ate at the soup kitchen, about which time one of my depersonalizations occurred. I'd picked up our meds, including more Artane, at Western Drug, got home & popped a Xanax & fuck Scientology & the skinny dog. Since I was having a panic attack I simply stayed put in the Captain's chair while Trish listened to her dance music & cleaned. This included picking up the remaining feathers of the dead bird in the backyard: cat's food.
We had beans on toast for supper, something Ed & Denise turned us on to. We watched one episode of our Dark Angel tape, then went to Dairy Queen. I had a peanut buster parfait; she had a Mr. Misty watermelon. We came home, watched the rest of Dark Angel, then turned the TV sound on: black coffee in bed, the song Trish hates more than anything, so I switched it to the 70s Show.
Sometime yesterday I called Kame-Apart in order to find out if they had any bug spray that would work on moths. Since it means vacating the premises for 30 minutes, Car-girl & I are meeting at the Layout to pick up a can immediately before heading out to Malta, to head down Dawn's Highway to the dentist. Trish & I are planning on going to Iron Claw House, have her see Charlene Upstairs, then stop at the Invisible Drive-in for a Bozo Burger before tripping down Dawn's Highway. Dawn's Highway will take you all the way to the City of Night, if you really want to go that far.
Trish was napping when I got home, & the rain stopped shortly afterward. All the daytime naps may be part of her sleep apnea thing. Car-girl called with an apology: she couldn't make TA, she had a Dr. appointment in Electric City & had to take the afternoon off, so Trish cleaned the bathroom sink with a toothbrush. We ate at the soup kitchen, about which time one of my depersonalizations occurred. I'd picked up our meds, including more Artane, at Western Drug, got home & popped a Xanax & fuck Scientology & the skinny dog. Since I was having a panic attack I simply stayed put in the Captain's chair while Trish listened to her dance music & cleaned. This included picking up the remaining feathers of the dead bird in the backyard: cat's food.
We had beans on toast for supper, something Ed & Denise turned us on to. We watched one episode of our Dark Angel tape, then went to Dairy Queen. I had a peanut buster parfait; she had a Mr. Misty watermelon. We came home, watched the rest of Dark Angel, then turned the TV sound on: black coffee in bed, the song Trish hates more than anything, so I switched it to the 70s Show.
Sometime yesterday I called Kame-Apart in order to find out if they had any bug spray that would work on moths. Since it means vacating the premises for 30 minutes, Car-girl & I are meeting at the Layout to pick up a can immediately before heading out to Malta, to head down Dawn's Highway to the dentist. Trish & I are planning on going to Iron Claw House, have her see Charlene Upstairs, then stop at the Invisible Drive-in for a Bozo Burger before tripping down Dawn's Highway. Dawn's Highway will take you all the way to the City of Night, if you really want to go that far.
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