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Yesterday, Trish & I went to the Perky Pam Layout. As usual, there's nothing to do there, except to visit with other refugees from the Hotel Gonzo. Normally, I can't afford to waste the time: I want to do as much writing as possible before the night closes in.
So we arrived about 10:00, after the county health nurse checked my blood pressure. We played a game of War, which I lost, then watched Trish play Solitaire before we went onto the computers -- I still don't see why Cheri is so opposed to the Internet. The only intelligent conversation I get out of the Layout is Car-girl, & even then, I can't talk about evolution with her, or she'll start quoting scripture.
Cheri fixed pork chops, mashed potatoes, & stuffing -- we'd taken some pork out of the freezer for last night, but put b-b-q sauce on it, so we had the same meal twice in one day. Sort of.
Trish had a doctor appointment at 2:00, so all we did was sit around listening to old CDs. When we called the Invisible taxi they said that they hadn't received a note from Medicaid transport, so I called. They said it'd been confirmed, then phoned the cab.
Once we were at the clinic, we had to wait an hour to see Dr. Lakovich. She's taking on all of Dr. Huffman's patients, since he left town. She looked at Trish's left ear, the one in which she's prone to chronic ear infections, & prescribed some penicillin.
We ran into Robert (Emily's husband) on the way out. He told us Keith finally paid for Dish TV so he could see TV-Land.
When we came home Trish took her shower, while I played my keyboard. I'm trying to learn rhythm better, by leaving the auto-play chords thing running while I play. I'm still struggling to keep up with the machine, even though I've slowed it down (Blue Sunday is a slow song, anyway), or sometimes I play too fast.
Trish played her new Britney Spears thing while we waited for supper. By the time the meat was cooked, the show was over (I put it in about 1/2-way thru). We went channel-surfing until bedtime, after watching some movie on the Skiffy channel. We made sure to tape Battlestar Galactica, which seems to be replacing Buffy. Actually, Trish has been a lot less obsessive about her favorite TV shows lately, & I think we owe all that to the Scientology-fucking Lamictal she's on.
My own med adjustment seems to be working well, but I don't know if I have the Abilify to finish "Relayer" without Perky Pam sticking a spike into my veins Monday morning. I'm going to miss the haldol, in spite of the side-effects (which is why it had to be withdrawn, anyway).
This morning, I found a note in my inbox from my new double-match on hotornot.com. She sounds cool, so I turned her on to this blog. I also looked at her site. She's pretty, but I'm not sure what to make of her interest in B&D: silk & chains. I wonder if that also includes shiny, shiny boots of leather. She says she's heard of the Velvet Underground, but apparently Ahasn't heard Venus in Furs. One of my own pages, a collaboration with Timothy Leary (he did the funeral & the freezing; I did the re-make/re-model & added the identical twin Ladytrons) is on the Velvet Underground Webring, Andy Morlock's Dead.
So we arrived about 10:00, after the county health nurse checked my blood pressure. We played a game of War, which I lost, then watched Trish play Solitaire before we went onto the computers -- I still don't see why Cheri is so opposed to the Internet. The only intelligent conversation I get out of the Layout is Car-girl, & even then, I can't talk about evolution with her, or she'll start quoting scripture.
Cheri fixed pork chops, mashed potatoes, & stuffing -- we'd taken some pork out of the freezer for last night, but put b-b-q sauce on it, so we had the same meal twice in one day. Sort of.
Trish had a doctor appointment at 2:00, so all we did was sit around listening to old CDs. When we called the Invisible taxi they said that they hadn't received a note from Medicaid transport, so I called. They said it'd been confirmed, then phoned the cab.
Once we were at the clinic, we had to wait an hour to see Dr. Lakovich. She's taking on all of Dr. Huffman's patients, since he left town. She looked at Trish's left ear, the one in which she's prone to chronic ear infections, & prescribed some penicillin.
We ran into Robert (Emily's husband) on the way out. He told us Keith finally paid for Dish TV so he could see TV-Land.
When we came home Trish took her shower, while I played my keyboard. I'm trying to learn rhythm better, by leaving the auto-play chords thing running while I play. I'm still struggling to keep up with the machine, even though I've slowed it down (Blue Sunday is a slow song, anyway), or sometimes I play too fast.
Trish played her new Britney Spears thing while we waited for supper. By the time the meat was cooked, the show was over (I put it in about 1/2-way thru). We went channel-surfing until bedtime, after watching some movie on the Skiffy channel. We made sure to tape Battlestar Galactica, which seems to be replacing Buffy. Actually, Trish has been a lot less obsessive about her favorite TV shows lately, & I think we owe all that to the Scientology-fucking Lamictal she's on.
My own med adjustment seems to be working well, but I don't know if I have the Abilify to finish "Relayer" without Perky Pam sticking a spike into my veins Monday morning. I'm going to miss the haldol, in spite of the side-effects (which is why it had to be withdrawn, anyway).
This morning, I found a note in my inbox from my new double-match on hotornot.com. She sounds cool, so I turned her on to this blog. I also looked at her site. She's pretty, but I'm not sure what to make of her interest in B&D: silk & chains. I wonder if that also includes shiny, shiny boots of leather. She says she's heard of the Velvet Underground, but apparently Ahasn't heard Venus in Furs. One of my own pages, a collaboration with Timothy Leary (he did the funeral & the freezing; I did the re-make/re-model & added the identical twin Ladytrons) is on the Velvet Underground Webring, Andy Morlock's Dead.
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