pre-Turkey day today (Layout style)
& yes, that means that I'll have to endure Cheri another time; you can't educate that woman about anything, as Deep-space Daddy-o always used to say: she'll turn anything/everything into an argument, & you can't reason with her. Like the other day, I commented on how the batteries at the dollar store are "old when they got there". Untrue. Panasomic batteries came with my DVD player, they quit working in no time, & they weren't "old" or purchased from the dollar store; they came from K-Mart -- when I tried to tell her this, she simply re-stated her original statement.
It's good to be able to socialize with other people with mental illnesses, but I wish they'd get someone in there who actually knows what s/he's doing. Car-girl gives me intellectual stimulation, so I attend the Layout as infrequently as possible, though I will attend today: it's our early Thanksgiving dinner.
Yesterday, I wasted most of the day, but at least it wasn't on Hot or Not, though some chick sent me an email. I reworked the first 1/2 of TC, before going out to the soup kitchen for lunch -- the preacher seems to time his sermons to my leaving, & I don't give a damn what the Bible has to say about evolution, mostly 'cause I went thru a Fundamentalist phase myself, in the wake of a hallucination, a demonic apparition; then I really got sick & saw God die.
After lunch, I didn't feel like writing any more, so I watched Terminator 2, until just about the time Trish came home. She really threw herself into cleaning -- we're 90% caught up on the laundry now -- while I just watched TV, & didn't even practice my instrument.
I did look thru my drawers for my Muhammad Ali autographs & the letter he sent me, while Trish showered. I couldn't find them, though I know that they're in the house somewhere. Ali calling me his "brother" should prove I'm Kool.
It's good to be able to socialize with other people with mental illnesses, but I wish they'd get someone in there who actually knows what s/he's doing. Car-girl gives me intellectual stimulation, so I attend the Layout as infrequently as possible, though I will attend today: it's our early Thanksgiving dinner.
Yesterday, I wasted most of the day, but at least it wasn't on Hot or Not, though some chick sent me an email. I reworked the first 1/2 of TC, before going out to the soup kitchen for lunch -- the preacher seems to time his sermons to my leaving, & I don't give a damn what the Bible has to say about evolution, mostly 'cause I went thru a Fundamentalist phase myself, in the wake of a hallucination, a demonic apparition; then I really got sick & saw God die.
After lunch, I didn't feel like writing any more, so I watched Terminator 2, until just about the time Trish came home. She really threw herself into cleaning -- we're 90% caught up on the laundry now -- while I just watched TV, & didn't even practice my instrument.
I did look thru my drawers for my Muhammad Ali autographs & the letter he sent me, while Trish showered. I couldn't find them, though I know that they're in the house somewhere. Ali calling me his "brother" should prove I'm Kool.
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