Leery, O'really
Today Trish walked to work, in weather that's certainly a lot more gorgeous than the ice & snow of a week or 2 ago. This does not have me Leery. Kimothy has me Leery. She likes to come over on days she knows Trish is working & silently beg for sex. OK, so I have no plans for O'really having an affair with the deaf, dumb & blonde girl, & sometimes I enjoy watching her babble about her cat & her goldfish bowl, but mostly, I think I should simply ask her not to come over at inconvenient times, slithy toves & mimsy borograves or otherwise.
So Trish is becoming more highly sexual, & hopefully, once the haldol is out of my blood & the blood is out of my head, I'll be able to shoot the orgasm-death without fantasizing about someone else's Noncorean-like toves. (Actually, they're bigger than that.) I may still need a 'script for Viagra, but I wanted to give the shot awhile to wear out of my system before I ask for a new drug.
So yesterday, we skipped the Layout -- I think it was closed for Vet's Day, anyway -- & ate at Feed My Sheep, where Trish found us some gi-huge avocados. We went shopping for ingredients for a shepherd's pie, which took up the rest of the food stamp card + about 2 buckadingdongs of real money. Really O'leary. After that we watched Bedazzled in the basement while Trish did laundry, then moved upstairs after supper to watch Britney. I took a nap, in order to stay up late for Battlestar Galactica, & to test out Toastie Bear -- he works fine.
This morning I woke up with the alarm, fixed brecchie of toasted frog, then sat around drinking coffee with Trish, until she had to go. She phoned home, then I put on my headphones. I'm not planning on going to the Soup Kitchen today; I'll stay home & eat sketti-0's & a sandwich, which should give me a chance to talk with Buffalo Bob.
Now, I've got to find something to do until then. I'm starting to rework MR, but it's in OpenOffice, so I'll need to consult the help menu, if I can't figure out how to use find & replace just looking at the menu.
So Trish is becoming more highly sexual, & hopefully, once the haldol is out of my blood & the blood is out of my head, I'll be able to shoot the orgasm-death without fantasizing about someone else's Noncorean-like toves. (Actually, they're bigger than that.) I may still need a 'script for Viagra, but I wanted to give the shot awhile to wear out of my system before I ask for a new drug.
So yesterday, we skipped the Layout -- I think it was closed for Vet's Day, anyway -- & ate at Feed My Sheep, where Trish found us some gi-huge avocados. We went shopping for ingredients for a shepherd's pie, which took up the rest of the food stamp card + about 2 buckadingdongs of real money. Really O'leary. After that we watched Bedazzled in the basement while Trish did laundry, then moved upstairs after supper to watch Britney. I took a nap, in order to stay up late for Battlestar Galactica, & to test out Toastie Bear -- he works fine.
This morning I woke up with the alarm, fixed brecchie of toasted frog, then sat around drinking coffee with Trish, until she had to go. She phoned home, then I put on my headphones. I'm not planning on going to the Soup Kitchen today; I'll stay home & eat sketti-0's & a sandwich, which should give me a chance to talk with Buffalo Bob.
Now, I've got to find something to do until then. I'm starting to rework MR, but it's in OpenOffice, so I'll need to consult the help menu, if I can't figure out how to use find & replace just looking at the menu.
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