Mindstorm

A fearsome & fantastic journey to the heart of the Savage Id.

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Location: Invisible City, North Dakota, United States

Read my book, The Mind-Warp Era. It'll tell you about the real Lead--& his alter-ego, the true Rootboy covered with slime (the Savage Id). Partly a poignant memoir, partly a cosmicomic book, it relays the Id's adventures thru dark dimensions of funereal dread, with Timothy Leary as co-pilot. (The rumors of his death have been greatly exaggerated.)

Thursday, September 14, 2006

sad song

I feel so sorry for Trish right now. It's no longer suicide, that we seem to have stayed by having her see Joe last week, now it's that she wants to quit her job. We had to call Karen before work yesterday & give Trish a little pep talk before she walked to work (I think her parking is beginning to vex her again).

When she arrived & called me over the phone she said that she felt better. I went ahead & finally downloaded Firefox & played around with it a little. I'm pleased that I can enlarge the text sufficiently to read anything, which means that I don't have to drop out of Critters.

Car-girl called about 12:30 -- after I'd had a TV dinner for lunch & cooked it wrong (I peeled off the cover). She said she was feeling ill & couldn't make it until 1:30, then changed her mind & came about 1:15. We did the laundry & picked up toilet paper & dish soap at the Buckadingdong Store Downtown, then cruised for the Invisible Pizza Hut. I got a pop & Car-girl gossiped with Christy some about her being with child. Trish got into a little trouble at work, from wanting to leave too early, but it was my fault: Car-girl had another client at 3:00, he didn't have a phone, & so when I asked Trish how long she'd be, I didn't give Car-girl the opportunity to simply tell her client she'd be a few minutes late. At least she made it thru another week of work. Say Bra did ask her to work today, but she replied that she had plans (watching Gone With the Wind with Donna) -- then turned around & called Pizza Hut & apologized.

After supper -- leftover sketti -- we took out the trash & cleaned Smelly Bear's cage. Jeffer Auss came over to "fix" my speakers, but after an hour & 1/2 playing around with the wires -- & no solder -- we determined that he'd left the tweeter disconnected. We left the TV radio running all night, but this morning, after waking to a burned-out bulb in our lamp, I turned off the rear channels, just in case it might blow the rear channel on the amp. I can't really afford a new one right now.

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