shot day: one of the last
Today is shot day, not by default (that's Monday), but 'cause Perky Pam took the day off, it being Columbo Day, & here I was, without any. Hell, I haven't smoked dem God-made herb since December 03. This was right before one of my numerous eye surgeries (11 so far), & when I was collaborating with Ted the first time, on "Trinities". We still haven't sold the story, but it conceivably could be turned into a novel.
After breakfast, Trish went out to start her car. However, the windows were frosted over, so she decided she needed a ride. I told her to call Pizza Hut, rather than Friendly Fred's Taxi, so she got on the phone to Say Bra & wound up with Kristy coming at the last minute.
I worked on the Enterzone chapter of Mind-Warp until lunch, but it was difficult material to work with. I'm trying to shift the story away from science fiction & some of the more blatant comic book parodies, so I worked on framing a couple of those.
I ate lunch at Feed My Sheep, where, fortunately, there was no preacher that day. I went to the store afterwards for some spaghetti -- we're having it tonight -- & some yogurt & generic orange soda. I met Trish's old friend from McRonald's, Lenika, on the way over to the store. She's working in the motel where all the people building Wal-Mart are staying, now.
When I came home, I worked on Mindstorm some more, & basically, for the next few days, rewrite the Reality chapter, & after that, it's all downhill, until the end. Next chapter that needs a fair amount of rewriting is the Hitman S. Hunter one, & mostly, it being Hunter, he needs to be doing more drugs; an orgy of drugs. I really wish I could've done a complete draft of the story on U-boat, but fear arrest: I've been writing so many emails to Congress about medical marijuana, that I'm afraid I have my name on a list somewhere, & I'm sure writing emails extremely critical of the Bush administration to a girlfriend in China doesn't help, either.
Trish called home from work around 3:05, & sounded pretty down. She said that she was getting mixed messages. It having warmed up since the morning, it was OK for her to walk home, & for me to sit on the porch, so I listened to some old CDs while I waited. I really got to replace the midrange in the old Rectilinears. That's my next speaker-building project.
So Trish came home with a couple trays of vegetables, for both of us. She said that she'd had a panic attack at work. She was worried about getting home in the winter; that her boss said that she could get a ride to, but not from. I talked with her awhile longer, & it turned out that the drivers could give her rides, if she waited around long enough, & she could either work longer -- she's afraid of losing her SSI; that's unrealistic -- or else sit around & sip soda until someone could drive her.
I played my keyboard, while Trish showered. I worked on playing the chord structure for Amazing Grace in the left hand, in a dozen different voices, until Trish came out of the shower, with her softy hair falling down to her shoulders & past, a little flat, 'cause it was wet.
I fixed some chicken for supper, while Trish worked on Shout-ing out a stain & gathering together the whites. After she started a load of laundry, I had her fix the mashed potatoes, as she's better at it than I am, although we needed to add some additional milk, as they turned out lumpy.
After supper, we went down in the basement, to do laundry, while Trish watched her older Britney Spears DVD. Although I think that her music is OK, I'm not really enamored of her, but put up with it, to please Trish. She called Karen about the ride situation, but I think it's mostly covered; she just has to talk to Darla.
A little before we came back upstairs, Keith rang the phone. He lamented not being able to get TVLand in Chester, not being able to afford Dish TV, & then launched into how many 100-disc changers he has. I finally asked to speak with Bonnie; Trish talked with her too; & we finally ate our pears (from the Dollar Store in the mall).
Trish & I snuggled in bed, along with all her bears. I didn't fall asleep right away, I'd only taken 2 temazapam, so I tried to talk with her about Mind-Warp & her problems, too, but she started to have anxiety over her anxiety medicine, asking me if I think she should switch from Klonopin to Xanax. (Which does not ruin lives, skinny dog to the contrary.) I finally had to tell her that I didn't want to hear another word out of her about her medication. We both fell into an uneasy silence, which she finally broke, by asking me, "Can I ask you something?", so I asked, "Is it about medicine?", & when she answered, "Yes," I said, "No". I finally fell asleep, woke up at 3:00 AM, went back to sleep, & slept until 6:00. Today I walk to the Perky Pam Layout. I want to be ready.
After breakfast, Trish went out to start her car. However, the windows were frosted over, so she decided she needed a ride. I told her to call Pizza Hut, rather than Friendly Fred's Taxi, so she got on the phone to Say Bra & wound up with Kristy coming at the last minute.
I worked on the Enterzone chapter of Mind-Warp until lunch, but it was difficult material to work with. I'm trying to shift the story away from science fiction & some of the more blatant comic book parodies, so I worked on framing a couple of those.
I ate lunch at Feed My Sheep, where, fortunately, there was no preacher that day. I went to the store afterwards for some spaghetti -- we're having it tonight -- & some yogurt & generic orange soda. I met Trish's old friend from McRonald's, Lenika, on the way over to the store. She's working in the motel where all the people building Wal-Mart are staying, now.
When I came home, I worked on Mindstorm some more, & basically, for the next few days, rewrite the Reality chapter, & after that, it's all downhill, until the end. Next chapter that needs a fair amount of rewriting is the Hitman S. Hunter one, & mostly, it being Hunter, he needs to be doing more drugs; an orgy of drugs. I really wish I could've done a complete draft of the story on U-boat, but fear arrest: I've been writing so many emails to Congress about medical marijuana, that I'm afraid I have my name on a list somewhere, & I'm sure writing emails extremely critical of the Bush administration to a girlfriend in China doesn't help, either.
Trish called home from work around 3:05, & sounded pretty down. She said that she was getting mixed messages. It having warmed up since the morning, it was OK for her to walk home, & for me to sit on the porch, so I listened to some old CDs while I waited. I really got to replace the midrange in the old Rectilinears. That's my next speaker-building project.
So Trish came home with a couple trays of vegetables, for both of us. She said that she'd had a panic attack at work. She was worried about getting home in the winter; that her boss said that she could get a ride to, but not from. I talked with her awhile longer, & it turned out that the drivers could give her rides, if she waited around long enough, & she could either work longer -- she's afraid of losing her SSI; that's unrealistic -- or else sit around & sip soda until someone could drive her.
I played my keyboard, while Trish showered. I worked on playing the chord structure for Amazing Grace in the left hand, in a dozen different voices, until Trish came out of the shower, with her softy hair falling down to her shoulders & past, a little flat, 'cause it was wet.
I fixed some chicken for supper, while Trish worked on Shout-ing out a stain & gathering together the whites. After she started a load of laundry, I had her fix the mashed potatoes, as she's better at it than I am, although we needed to add some additional milk, as they turned out lumpy.
After supper, we went down in the basement, to do laundry, while Trish watched her older Britney Spears DVD. Although I think that her music is OK, I'm not really enamored of her, but put up with it, to please Trish. She called Karen about the ride situation, but I think it's mostly covered; she just has to talk to Darla.
A little before we came back upstairs, Keith rang the phone. He lamented not being able to get TVLand in Chester, not being able to afford Dish TV, & then launched into how many 100-disc changers he has. I finally asked to speak with Bonnie; Trish talked with her too; & we finally ate our pears (from the Dollar Store in the mall).
Trish & I snuggled in bed, along with all her bears. I didn't fall asleep right away, I'd only taken 2 temazapam, so I tried to talk with her about Mind-Warp & her problems, too, but she started to have anxiety over her anxiety medicine, asking me if I think she should switch from Klonopin to Xanax. (Which does not ruin lives, skinny dog to the contrary.) I finally had to tell her that I didn't want to hear another word out of her about her medication. We both fell into an uneasy silence, which she finally broke, by asking me, "Can I ask you something?", so I asked, "Is it about medicine?", & when she answered, "Yes," I said, "No". I finally fell asleep, woke up at 3:00 AM, went back to sleep, & slept until 6:00. Today I walk to the Perky Pam Layout. I want to be ready.
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