manic Sunday
Yesterday I woke up a little early, again, blogged for awhile, then fixed the delicious & nutritious breakfast of pancakes that the Bumble Bee Girl appreciates so much.
Since it was below freezing when I woke up & checked weather.com, I asked Trish if she knew how to work the defroster. Her learning disability has made driving difficult for her, on top of which, she has a blind spot on her left, due to her Marfan syndrome. When we got out to the car, we found the button, but it wouldn't heat, so Trish called Karen, who said, "Run it for 15 minutes, but it wastes a lot of gas".
After Trish left for work, I played around with that stupid Hot or Not page some more. I confessed to Lucy in an email yesterday that I thought I was depressed. I now think it's anxiety as I seem instead to be manic, or at least so the hypersexuality would suggest.
I finally turned the thing off, & had lunch: leftover chicken & a couple slices of toast. After lunch, I worked on "Requiem for a Black Angel", but the ending still seems to lack finality. However, I went to the next chapter, about Enterzone, & had little to do there, beyond editing. This is the most sexual chapter yet, what with Lead's wanting to experiment with a 3-some (which never materializes), & the Lewd Outfit Ball, based on a biennial orgy they actually used to hold at the U of C, one of the final trappings of the SVNA. I'm unsure whether I'll go back to these chapters today, or move on to something different. What new material I'm adding seems strong, & I owe this to Abilify, so FUCK SCIENTOLOGY!
When Trish drove home, she still had problems parking, though by the time it was over, it was perfect. We sat around & ate veggies from the salad bar, while watching reruns of the A-Team on TVLand. Trish did her housecleaning after supper. She also took out some time to work on her blog.
We made mad love before bedtime, but a call from Fred interrupted us. We let the machine get it. I took 3 sleeping pills, 'cause we were going to bed early, & I didn't want to wake up too early. I slept until a little before 6:00, which is about right for me.
Since it was below freezing when I woke up & checked weather.com, I asked Trish if she knew how to work the defroster. Her learning disability has made driving difficult for her, on top of which, she has a blind spot on her left, due to her Marfan syndrome. When we got out to the car, we found the button, but it wouldn't heat, so Trish called Karen, who said, "Run it for 15 minutes, but it wastes a lot of gas".
After Trish left for work, I played around with that stupid Hot or Not page some more. I confessed to Lucy in an email yesterday that I thought I was depressed. I now think it's anxiety as I seem instead to be manic, or at least so the hypersexuality would suggest.
I finally turned the thing off, & had lunch: leftover chicken & a couple slices of toast. After lunch, I worked on "Requiem for a Black Angel", but the ending still seems to lack finality. However, I went to the next chapter, about Enterzone, & had little to do there, beyond editing. This is the most sexual chapter yet, what with Lead's wanting to experiment with a 3-some (which never materializes), & the Lewd Outfit Ball, based on a biennial orgy they actually used to hold at the U of C, one of the final trappings of the SVNA. I'm unsure whether I'll go back to these chapters today, or move on to something different. What new material I'm adding seems strong, & I owe this to Abilify, so FUCK SCIENTOLOGY!
When Trish drove home, she still had problems parking, though by the time it was over, it was perfect. We sat around & ate veggies from the salad bar, while watching reruns of the A-Team on TVLand. Trish did her housecleaning after supper. She also took out some time to work on her blog.
We made mad love before bedtime, but a call from Fred interrupted us. We let the machine get it. I took 3 sleeping pills, 'cause we were going to bed early, & I didn't want to wake up too early. I slept until a little before 6:00, which is about right for me.
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