The Doors + Screwy Bear
Trish drove to work a little early yesterday, so she could have a salad bar for lunch. Although she insists lettuce sticks to her dentures, she eats vegetables & macaroni salad with eggs & sunflower seeds on top. This on top of our traditional breakfast of pancakes. She called about 10 to 10:00, to let me know she was safe.
Yesterday I worked on Mindstorm before lunch, & shifted the scene where Leadbeater first steals the monad to the Ch. where he first meets Otis Bender. I'm planning on having Kaos kill Nekbael in a whole new chapter. I owe all this to Abilify, so FUCK SCIENTOLOGY!
After lunch at the Soup Kitchen, I went to Home Barkus & picked up some duct tape for Trish's foot, then a diet Pepsi at McLean's.
Fred came over around 1/4 after 1:00 -- shortly after Kim showed up, no doubt hoping to score & vorkle. I said, "wait for friend. Later," so she took off.
Then Fred arrived. He tried to screw in the screws that the Home Barkus had sold me for the door to the basement -- the appliance guys had noticed that some of the screws were missing, when they moved in the washing machine. Unfortunately, the holes were too loose, so he went off to buy some new ones. The ones at the bottom ran into concrete, so he screwed them in at an angle & said that he'd bring over a file the next time he was here. Then I played Amazing Grace on the keyboard, over & over, trying to memorize the melody.
After Fred left, I waited for Trish. She called around 3:00, but took a long time to arrive here -- she'd set her bags down underneath the phone at work, & was afraid that they'd been stolen.
She took her shower shortly afterward, then played Penguins for awhile. We started to cook the steak around 5:20.
Guess who shows up when we're eating? Kim. I told her, "Busy. Eat. Later", so after supper, before the Buffy marathon began, I typed a letter to her, explaining that we want her to call first, rather than just ringing the doorbell.
Joe called back sometime around the first episode of Buffy last night. He kept trying to tell me there's all this amazing technology out there for the blind, but I'm not certain if I'm going to follow up on it, beyond mentioning it to the eye doctor. We also talked about David a little bit. The issue of his sanity didn't really come up, beyond my maintaining that the government wiretaps will certainly catch up to them. I don't want Dave's number because he screams at me, & especially, his wife hates us because of our "experimental addictive antidepressants". Joe talked to Trish a little bit, & then we returned to the 6th season of Buffy.
I nodded off some during the Buffy-fest. I think it might have been the temazapam from the night before -- but I slept until the alarm went off at 6:30 today. Perhaps the Abilify is kicking in.
Yesterday I worked on Mindstorm before lunch, & shifted the scene where Leadbeater first steals the monad to the Ch. where he first meets Otis Bender. I'm planning on having Kaos kill Nekbael in a whole new chapter. I owe all this to Abilify, so FUCK SCIENTOLOGY!
After lunch at the Soup Kitchen, I went to Home Barkus & picked up some duct tape for Trish's foot, then a diet Pepsi at McLean's.
Fred came over around 1/4 after 1:00 -- shortly after Kim showed up, no doubt hoping to score & vorkle. I said, "wait for friend. Later," so she took off.
Then Fred arrived. He tried to screw in the screws that the Home Barkus had sold me for the door to the basement -- the appliance guys had noticed that some of the screws were missing, when they moved in the washing machine. Unfortunately, the holes were too loose, so he went off to buy some new ones. The ones at the bottom ran into concrete, so he screwed them in at an angle & said that he'd bring over a file the next time he was here. Then I played Amazing Grace on the keyboard, over & over, trying to memorize the melody.
After Fred left, I waited for Trish. She called around 3:00, but took a long time to arrive here -- she'd set her bags down underneath the phone at work, & was afraid that they'd been stolen.
She took her shower shortly afterward, then played Penguins for awhile. We started to cook the steak around 5:20.
Guess who shows up when we're eating? Kim. I told her, "Busy. Eat. Later", so after supper, before the Buffy marathon began, I typed a letter to her, explaining that we want her to call first, rather than just ringing the doorbell.
Joe called back sometime around the first episode of Buffy last night. He kept trying to tell me there's all this amazing technology out there for the blind, but I'm not certain if I'm going to follow up on it, beyond mentioning it to the eye doctor. We also talked about David a little bit. The issue of his sanity didn't really come up, beyond my maintaining that the government wiretaps will certainly catch up to them. I don't want Dave's number because he screams at me, & especially, his wife hates us because of our "experimental addictive antidepressants". Joe talked to Trish a little bit, & then we returned to the 6th season of Buffy.
I nodded off some during the Buffy-fest. I think it might have been the temazapam from the night before -- but I slept until the alarm went off at 6:30 today. Perhaps the Abilify is kicking in.
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