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Tomorrow is my big day for the colonoscopy, so when I got up aroud 6:00, I had a bowl of lemon Jell-o. Trish was the official Jello-cook last night, & then we cleaned Smelly Bear's cage.
Earlier in the day... well, sleepless night. I woke up at 2:00, then 4:00, finally got up around 5:00. I spent a long time on my blog, & then Trish wanted her breakfast of pancakes. We tried calling Car-girl about the apples, but she said Thursday, so Trish walked to the Layout with me, where I spent a long time talking about her problems with Lisa. Basically, I'm just going to bring her in when I go to see Joe today.
After I ate some chicken sandwiches there -- Donna came in late & so did Jan, but she came bearing cucumbers from her garden -- I did nothing all afternoon but watch Heavy Metal. Except I did do the dishes. Just when I parked myself in the porch chair Trish called, so I put the phone back. Karen called a few minutes later, & I discussed my problems with Trish, as well as my own anxiety over losing my vision.
When Trish came home I showed her where I'd daubed some white onto my painting, & pointed it out to Trish, who agreed that it was real atomic. She'd brought home some veggies from work, so once she'd cooled down she took a shower & I played with the computer; no hotornot.com or ICQ chat, too many people looking for relationships.
When we were finally ready to watch our movie Trish suggested making out when it was over -- how many minutes is this, Jim? -- & I suggested right away. It took awhile, though. It always does. Dr. Nolan offered to write up a 'script for Viagra awhile ago, but not until after we see Doc Larocque. If it's the haldol that's in my blood & the blood that's in my penis that causes impotence, I should be able to shoot the Orgasm-Death non-Kimothy for my beautiful Bumble Bee Girl better on stelazine. Or whatever.
So far today I've had a bowl of yellow Jell-o & 1/2 pot of coffee. I may have some more Jell-o when Trish wakes up.
Tomorrow is my big day for the colonoscopy, so when I got up aroud 6:00, I had a bowl of lemon Jell-o. Trish was the official Jello-cook last night, & then we cleaned Smelly Bear's cage.
Earlier in the day... well, sleepless night. I woke up at 2:00, then 4:00, finally got up around 5:00. I spent a long time on my blog, & then Trish wanted her breakfast of pancakes. We tried calling Car-girl about the apples, but she said Thursday, so Trish walked to the Layout with me, where I spent a long time talking about her problems with Lisa. Basically, I'm just going to bring her in when I go to see Joe today.
After I ate some chicken sandwiches there -- Donna came in late & so did Jan, but she came bearing cucumbers from her garden -- I did nothing all afternoon but watch Heavy Metal. Except I did do the dishes. Just when I parked myself in the porch chair Trish called, so I put the phone back. Karen called a few minutes later, & I discussed my problems with Trish, as well as my own anxiety over losing my vision.
When Trish came home I showed her where I'd daubed some white onto my painting, & pointed it out to Trish, who agreed that it was real atomic. She'd brought home some veggies from work, so once she'd cooled down she took a shower & I played with the computer; no hotornot.com or ICQ chat, too many people looking for relationships.
When we were finally ready to watch our movie Trish suggested making out when it was over -- how many minutes is this, Jim? -- & I suggested right away. It took awhile, though. It always does. Dr. Nolan offered to write up a 'script for Viagra awhile ago, but not until after we see Doc Larocque. If it's the haldol that's in my blood & the blood that's in my penis that causes impotence, I should be able to shoot the Orgasm-Death non-Kimothy for my beautiful Bumble Bee Girl better on stelazine. Or whatever.
So far today I've had a bowl of yellow Jell-o & 1/2 pot of coffee. I may have some more Jell-o when Trish wakes up.
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