spike into my veins (& I guess that I just don't know)
Today is to be one of the last that Perky Pam will be putting a spike into my vein. I can feel the Abilify hitting me, changing & rearranging my brain. How it will respond with haldol on top of it is another question. Abilify is energizing; haldol puts you to sleep. Generally, when I get a haldol shot, I spend the remainder of the day watching DVDs. I may do that today, or I may work on Mindstorm for awhile. I finished the entire Ch.09_#1-3 sequence yesterday, one of the older chapters & 2 of the new, which clarify Leadbeater's fear of Alfalfa High. This will be important for the scenes involving Reality & Hitman S. Hunter.
I did all this yesterday, feeling the speed-high ecstacy of Ambilify. Ten in the morning, Fred came by to see if the charge on the battery had held. The car started right away, but Trish still wanted a ride to work, fearful now that the car will stall.
When she left, I finished Ch.09_UFO_&_U-2, which is all about how the Trank Copz reacquire Lead, so he changes into the vorkling Finny. Then I went out & ate lunch at El Taco Loco, where I had a #4: taco, rice & burrito. Then I worked on the next 2 Ch., about the hypnotist collector (a Boy-Subvert in her own right). The next Ch. dealt with Lead's acid trip (but if the light that is in you is darkness..?). As I finished up, the phone rang: Keith. I finished with Roxy Salmon, took a bath, then called him back. Now he wants a new house. I've never seen the place where he lives, so I can't comment, but he does seem to enjoy spending money he doesn't have. His dad has him living in a gilded cage the way Mother did me, when I first returned home from the City of Night.
After Keith got off the phone, I put on Yes Speak, the audio-only portion, & waited by the door to hear from Trish. Kim came by, & I told her, "Trish work," "later". I couldn't let her in, or it would've freaked Trish out more than it would be worth, to have her sit in the co-pilot's chair & babble in sign language about her cat & fish tank. That she wants sex is a given, Trish knows that, so we can't let her in when Trish isn't around, & frankly, I'm becoming tired of her coming over at inconvenient times. We've tried to tell her to call first, but it never seems to get thru, so today I'll have to ask Perky Pam to relay the message for us. I love my Bumble Bee Girl & no longer will stick my atomic dong into Kim.
Trish came home while my Yes video continued to play. She ate her lunch of veggies from the salad bar at Pizza Hut, while I ran over to McClean's & bought a Chapstick. Trish raked the apples out of the way in the backyard, so the delivery men wouldn't trip when they brought in the new washing machine.
I called Hope while Trish showered. Hope was on the line to her mother, so she called back a few minutes later, while I watched Twister on Home Ox Boffo. I mostly wanted to tell Hope all about our trip to the Fargo of the Invisible Landscape. She listened for awhile, & confirmed that she would, indeed, be coming to the Mental Health Conference.
We ate a can of chunky pineapple when the movie finished, then went to bed. I think that I dozed off pretty fast. I woke up around 5:30 to use the bathroom. Trish went, too, & took her Synthroid, while I reset the alarm clock. I've got 20 minutes left & need to find some way to waste it. Ted just logged on. I think that I'll say hi, the memory carry-on.
I did all this yesterday, feeling the speed-high ecstacy of Ambilify. Ten in the morning, Fred came by to see if the charge on the battery had held. The car started right away, but Trish still wanted a ride to work, fearful now that the car will stall.
When she left, I finished Ch.09_UFO_&_U-2, which is all about how the Trank Copz reacquire Lead, so he changes into the vorkling Finny. Then I went out & ate lunch at El Taco Loco, where I had a #4: taco, rice & burrito. Then I worked on the next 2 Ch., about the hypnotist collector (a Boy-Subvert in her own right). The next Ch. dealt with Lead's acid trip (but if the light that is in you is darkness..?). As I finished up, the phone rang: Keith. I finished with Roxy Salmon, took a bath, then called him back. Now he wants a new house. I've never seen the place where he lives, so I can't comment, but he does seem to enjoy spending money he doesn't have. His dad has him living in a gilded cage the way Mother did me, when I first returned home from the City of Night.
After Keith got off the phone, I put on Yes Speak, the audio-only portion, & waited by the door to hear from Trish. Kim came by, & I told her, "Trish work," "later". I couldn't let her in, or it would've freaked Trish out more than it would be worth, to have her sit in the co-pilot's chair & babble in sign language about her cat & fish tank. That she wants sex is a given, Trish knows that, so we can't let her in when Trish isn't around, & frankly, I'm becoming tired of her coming over at inconvenient times. We've tried to tell her to call first, but it never seems to get thru, so today I'll have to ask Perky Pam to relay the message for us. I love my Bumble Bee Girl & no longer will stick my atomic dong into Kim.
Trish came home while my Yes video continued to play. She ate her lunch of veggies from the salad bar at Pizza Hut, while I ran over to McClean's & bought a Chapstick. Trish raked the apples out of the way in the backyard, so the delivery men wouldn't trip when they brought in the new washing machine.
I called Hope while Trish showered. Hope was on the line to her mother, so she called back a few minutes later, while I watched Twister on Home Ox Boffo. I mostly wanted to tell Hope all about our trip to the Fargo of the Invisible Landscape. She listened for awhile, & confirmed that she would, indeed, be coming to the Mental Health Conference.
We ate a can of chunky pineapple when the movie finished, then went to bed. I think that I dozed off pretty fast. I woke up around 5:30 to use the bathroom. Trish went, too, & took her Synthroid, while I reset the alarm clock. I've got 20 minutes left & need to find some way to waste it. Ted just logged on. I think that I'll say hi, the memory carry-on.
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