final shot today (return to the Perky Pam Layout)
Today is my final day for a haldol shot; 1/4 shot, then I'm off it. It is raining this morning, so Trish may try to find a ride.
Yesterday, Trish woke up with the 2 alarms -- one for Synthroid, the 2nd for brecchie -- & had me fix French toast, which she wants again today.
When she left the house, I surfed the darkened seas for awhile, ate some sketti-o's for lunch, then worked on AD. If not complete now, it's very close to completion.
When I finished it -- I think I may want to tamper with the Persian airflight thing more -- I took a bath, & I heard chimes. Or thought I did. I fear that it might be Kim, that she's figured out Trish's work schedule & will forever after show up then -- when Sunday is one of those long stretches where I really do get a lot of good writing time in.
Trish walked home, & it was actually warm enough for me to wait on the porch. She had a bad day at work: some kid, who she thought was Kim's kid, had just started working at Pizza Hut, & he harrassed her by constantly stealing her rags & saying, "Wet me," after spraying them with water.
She skipped her shower until tonight, then after we had b-b-q pork, potatoes & green beans for supper, went down in the basement to do laundry, to the tune of Brian Ferry & Britney Spears.
John called, & I called Jerome about Biggie. John didn't have much time to talk, whereas Jerome was also in the middle of a dinner party.
I wish we could tell David that he has a mental illness. The skinny dog ruined his life.
I woke up in the middle of the night twice last night. The first time, I reset Toastie Bear, & accidentally got an "E", so I had to stay up 10 minutes to reset the blanket. Then I woke up around 5:00. When I finally got up, a minute before the alarm, I turned on the computer & went to make coffee. The coffee pot backed up, so I grabbed the filter basket & burned myself, before I got it to the sink.
Trish will be waking up soon. I go to explore PartsExpress.com & not HotorNot.com. This is all the result of being a little Kimothy Leery.
Yesterday, Trish woke up with the 2 alarms -- one for Synthroid, the 2nd for brecchie -- & had me fix French toast, which she wants again today.
When she left the house, I surfed the darkened seas for awhile, ate some sketti-o's for lunch, then worked on AD. If not complete now, it's very close to completion.
When I finished it -- I think I may want to tamper with the Persian airflight thing more -- I took a bath, & I heard chimes. Or thought I did. I fear that it might be Kim, that she's figured out Trish's work schedule & will forever after show up then -- when Sunday is one of those long stretches where I really do get a lot of good writing time in.
Trish walked home, & it was actually warm enough for me to wait on the porch. She had a bad day at work: some kid, who she thought was Kim's kid, had just started working at Pizza Hut, & he harrassed her by constantly stealing her rags & saying, "Wet me," after spraying them with water.
She skipped her shower until tonight, then after we had b-b-q pork, potatoes & green beans for supper, went down in the basement to do laundry, to the tune of Brian Ferry & Britney Spears.
John called, & I called Jerome about Biggie. John didn't have much time to talk, whereas Jerome was also in the middle of a dinner party.
I wish we could tell David that he has a mental illness. The skinny dog ruined his life.
I woke up in the middle of the night twice last night. The first time, I reset Toastie Bear, & accidentally got an "E", so I had to stay up 10 minutes to reset the blanket. Then I woke up around 5:00. When I finally got up, a minute before the alarm, I turned on the computer & went to make coffee. The coffee pot backed up, so I grabbed the filter basket & burned myself, before I got it to the sink.
Trish will be waking up soon. I go to explore PartsExpress.com & not HotorNot.com. This is all the result of being a little Kimothy Leery.
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