have you seen the accident outside?
So yesterday I started an entirely new Ch. of Mind-Warp. Trish drove to work while I went to the Loco Advisory Council meeting, & explained how the copz locked up Biggolith, when really he should've spent some time in the hospital. I guess he's done remodelling & is trying subsistence farming, but this time if he fails, he won't have Union Maid to come back to.
So after the LAC meeting, I had my blood pressure checked, seeing as how the meeting was at Bullhook Clinic. Afterwards, I went to the Perky Pam Layout for lunch. Cheri & Lisa were both there, playing cards, & like can't we find something else to do? We had some kind of chicken casserole for lunch.
When I returned home, I did a bunch of on-line stuff, then settled back to write. Abilify seems to be helping, though perhaps not as good as U-boat. In both those cases, FUCK SCIENTOLOGY!
Trish surprised the hell out of me, when she called at 2:10, saying she could come home. Apparently Tuesday was a very slow day. When she drove her batmobile home she had no real difficulties parking, beyond what she created for herself.
I continued to work on "Requiem for a Black Angel" while Trish was in the shower. She spent an hour playing Penguins, then did a whites cycle on the new washing machine & GODDAMN THE KU KLUX KLAN!
We had mac-&-cheese for supper, then Trish started to clean the hamster's cage. While she was in the bathroom, rinsing out Smelly Bear's basement, I heard a horrible banging noise outside; the sound of metal being rent. I looked outside & saw that there'd been a traffic accident outside. I couldn't see exactly what'd happened, so I went ahead & got Trish. Once she pointed out that the van had overturned, I was able to see it. A few minutes later, the copz, an ambulance, & a fire-truck arrived. I couldn't tell if anyone was taken away via ambulance, & I think someone might've died.
We finally sat down to watch the Dark Angel marathon we'd recorded Sunday. Sci-fi is really advertising the new season of Battlestar Galactica. Anyway, we called Car-girl about taking us to the Clinic, & she insisted I didn't know how it felt to be in a near-fatal car accident. Nothing is incommunicable & unempathizable beyond the transmundane, so I'd have to disagree there. I just hope that Car-girl doesn't change her feelings about driving with Trish because of this. From what I could see, it looked like the grey car had turned wide & the other guy had been speeding.
Trish has an appointment with the foot doctor this morning, then we're going out for a late breakfast with Karen, to do budget. She sleeps sweetly, but soon the alarm will intrude. We'll drink some part-decaf coffee, then call Car-girl.
So after the LAC meeting, I had my blood pressure checked, seeing as how the meeting was at Bullhook Clinic. Afterwards, I went to the Perky Pam Layout for lunch. Cheri & Lisa were both there, playing cards, & like can't we find something else to do? We had some kind of chicken casserole for lunch.
When I returned home, I did a bunch of on-line stuff, then settled back to write. Abilify seems to be helping, though perhaps not as good as U-boat. In both those cases, FUCK SCIENTOLOGY!
Trish surprised the hell out of me, when she called at 2:10, saying she could come home. Apparently Tuesday was a very slow day. When she drove her batmobile home she had no real difficulties parking, beyond what she created for herself.
I continued to work on "Requiem for a Black Angel" while Trish was in the shower. She spent an hour playing Penguins, then did a whites cycle on the new washing machine & GODDAMN THE KU KLUX KLAN!
We had mac-&-cheese for supper, then Trish started to clean the hamster's cage. While she was in the bathroom, rinsing out Smelly Bear's basement, I heard a horrible banging noise outside; the sound of metal being rent. I looked outside & saw that there'd been a traffic accident outside. I couldn't see exactly what'd happened, so I went ahead & got Trish. Once she pointed out that the van had overturned, I was able to see it. A few minutes later, the copz, an ambulance, & a fire-truck arrived. I couldn't tell if anyone was taken away via ambulance, & I think someone might've died.
We finally sat down to watch the Dark Angel marathon we'd recorded Sunday. Sci-fi is really advertising the new season of Battlestar Galactica. Anyway, we called Car-girl about taking us to the Clinic, & she insisted I didn't know how it felt to be in a near-fatal car accident. Nothing is incommunicable & unempathizable beyond the transmundane, so I'd have to disagree there. I just hope that Car-girl doesn't change her feelings about driving with Trish because of this. From what I could see, it looked like the grey car had turned wide & the other guy had been speeding.
Trish has an appointment with the foot doctor this morning, then we're going out for a late breakfast with Karen, to do budget. She sleeps sweetly, but soon the alarm will intrude. We'll drink some part-decaf coffee, then call Car-girl.
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