Carma dharma
Car-girl has really hurt my wife bad, all over her "near fatal car accident". Tuesday, when I did TA with her, she complained that "Trish almost hit a white car". I know I can't see, but Trish couldn't see it, either. Besides, if she wants to complain, she should've done it at the time it happened, rather than waiting until the next week & expressing it to me, then go on to proclaim Trish a "dangerous driver" -- which she's not -- & start screaming over her car wreck, saying I couldn't understand. Of course I understand. I understand that Car-girl is a coward & a hypocrite -- when Trish & I were driving with her, she hit a car, then expects me to be sympathetic when she backs out of a commitment that she voluntarily made. Which she also tried to say Trish had demanded it of her, when that's just not true.
There may be good news, though. We went to the Layout Downstairs, after I'd confessed to Trish that Car-girl was backing out on her, & Brian said that he might be able to do it, especially if we paid him, but he'd have to talk to Karen Upstairs first.
She's taking us out for a sandwich this noon, so we can talk to her then. I also want to discuss what to do about selling that piece of junk/digital camera Dave gave us for a wedding camera; it's totally useless & I don't want to look at it any more.
I have to see Joe Upstairs today myself, with the Iron Claw House being closed, so Trish'll have to wait in the lobby until we're done. Once we're done with lunch, Trish has an emergency appointment she made with Charlene Upstairs, about Car-girl & her driving. Then at 3:00 she has an eye appointment, & is eligeble for new frames.
After Iron Claw House closed yesterday -- we had the Mary Surprise (tater tot casserole) -- I stopped in at El Taco Loco for a large pop. I sat around by the door, the place I proposed to Trish (take 2 people romantic), & sucked down a couple of the things. When I reached home, I found the Dudes in my mailbox. I immediately put the discs in the machine & sat around waiting for Trish, while Dave Szabo modulated his electric guitar. When she finally returned home, it happened a lot faster than I expected: Theresa had given her a ride.
After supper, we cleaned Smelly Bear's cage, then I went channel-surfing until Trish decided that she wanted to see The Parent Trap (re-make/re-model) on Starz, so we wound up going to bed at 10:00.
I still woke up around 5:30, with a monster hard-on from needing to piss. I don't see why this happens. I'm not drinking any water after dinner, save for a glass or 2 to swallow my pills. If it keeps happening, I'll take 3, instead of 2, for a night or so.
I'm still mad at Car-girl, & want to keep some distance from her for awhile. Tuesday next week, I have an eye appointment at 2:40, so I'm using that as an excuse. I don't see what Car-girl is getting so paranoid over. If she's going to get so scared of driving with Trish, shouldn't we be scared of driving with her? She's the one who hit a car. Trish mostly needs help with parking lots & knows how to drive. She just needs to get her confidence back up. I hope that she can do that. If we could get to the Clinic by ourselves, it'd be a lot more convenient. Followed by the mall, Kame-Apart, & the new (& unfinished) Wally-world. Trisha helped her do this, she knows how, she just needs to fight her fear. Car-girl is succumbing to her own fears, so for now, bi-bi, miss American pie. I'll see you when I'm not angry anymore.
There may be good news, though. We went to the Layout Downstairs, after I'd confessed to Trish that Car-girl was backing out on her, & Brian said that he might be able to do it, especially if we paid him, but he'd have to talk to Karen Upstairs first.
She's taking us out for a sandwich this noon, so we can talk to her then. I also want to discuss what to do about selling that piece of junk/digital camera Dave gave us for a wedding camera; it's totally useless & I don't want to look at it any more.
I have to see Joe Upstairs today myself, with the Iron Claw House being closed, so Trish'll have to wait in the lobby until we're done. Once we're done with lunch, Trish has an emergency appointment she made with Charlene Upstairs, about Car-girl & her driving. Then at 3:00 she has an eye appointment, & is eligeble for new frames.
After Iron Claw House closed yesterday -- we had the Mary Surprise (tater tot casserole) -- I stopped in at El Taco Loco for a large pop. I sat around by the door, the place I proposed to Trish (take 2 people romantic), & sucked down a couple of the things. When I reached home, I found the Dudes in my mailbox. I immediately put the discs in the machine & sat around waiting for Trish, while Dave Szabo modulated his electric guitar. When she finally returned home, it happened a lot faster than I expected: Theresa had given her a ride.
After supper, we cleaned Smelly Bear's cage, then I went channel-surfing until Trish decided that she wanted to see The Parent Trap (re-make/re-model) on Starz, so we wound up going to bed at 10:00.
I still woke up around 5:30, with a monster hard-on from needing to piss. I don't see why this happens. I'm not drinking any water after dinner, save for a glass or 2 to swallow my pills. If it keeps happening, I'll take 3, instead of 2, for a night or so.
I'm still mad at Car-girl, & want to keep some distance from her for awhile. Tuesday next week, I have an eye appointment at 2:40, so I'm using that as an excuse. I don't see what Car-girl is getting so paranoid over. If she's going to get so scared of driving with Trish, shouldn't we be scared of driving with her? She's the one who hit a car. Trish mostly needs help with parking lots & knows how to drive. She just needs to get her confidence back up. I hope that she can do that. If we could get to the Clinic by ourselves, it'd be a lot more convenient. Followed by the mall, Kame-Apart, & the new (& unfinished) Wally-world. Trisha helped her do this, she knows how, she just needs to fight her fear. Car-girl is succumbing to her own fears, so for now, bi-bi, miss American pie. I'll see you when I'm not angry anymore.
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