typical Saturday, though with Church
Saturday began typically enough: breakfast of pancakes (no breakfast of hamsters; Smelly Bear died), coffee with Trish in the Captain's chair listening to CDs she'd selected, then a walk to work. Although Becky had promised Trish a ride, the weather was gorgeous, so it wasn't necessary. Today is supposed to be warm with a few showers, so hopefully, she can walk. The batmobile is stranded out back, with Trish not-driving for 1/2 a year.
Once Trish left, & I got her call home, to let me know she was OK, I got online. I wasted some more time at that stupid Hot or Not site, which is fun but unnecessary: I'm married, but I do make sure to click on the ones that say "just looking for friends" or "not interested in an LTR". I ate at the Soup Kitchen, then did some shopping at Albertson's, with the food stamp card. They gave us $47 this month. I bought a roast, some chicken, & some veggies, which came out to be around 13-14 buckadingdongs.
Then I felt savage dread around 1:00, when I began work on "Astronomy Domine". Kimothy kame over that time last week, & she's prone to coming over & looking demanding when Trish is at work. Fortunately, nothing materialized.
Trish called shortly after 2:00, to let me know it'd been a slow day, & Becky was giving her a ride home, so we could get to Church. Trish & I ate our salads from Pizza Hut, then she took a shower, while I played Blue Sunday. I really have to learn another song. When she was out of the shower, I heated up our leftover spaghetti in the casserole dish, in the microwave. I've found it works better this way.
After church, we found an incoherent message from Donna on the answering machine -- she's either off her meds or thoroughly descoobied -- along with someone who sounded like Dave, saying "Hello" over & over again.
Trish wanted to go in the basement to watch her Britney Spears on her home theater & do laundry. She & I both feel that the speakers that came with the machine are pretty crappy, so I want to look around on PartsExpress.com to see what there is in the way of things that could be bought or built. After Britney, we watched Beavis & Butt-head Do America, then went to bed.
Today, I'm putting the finishing touches on AD. I submitted QA to Futurismic yesterday, & hopefully, they'll like my Philip K. Fantasy. Teenage D.A.R.E. Brats Want My Dick & Not My Philip K. Fantasy.
Once Trish left, & I got her call home, to let me know she was OK, I got online. I wasted some more time at that stupid Hot or Not site, which is fun but unnecessary: I'm married, but I do make sure to click on the ones that say "just looking for friends" or "not interested in an LTR". I ate at the Soup Kitchen, then did some shopping at Albertson's, with the food stamp card. They gave us $47 this month. I bought a roast, some chicken, & some veggies, which came out to be around 13-14 buckadingdongs.
Then I felt savage dread around 1:00, when I began work on "Astronomy Domine". Kimothy kame over that time last week, & she's prone to coming over & looking demanding when Trish is at work. Fortunately, nothing materialized.
Trish called shortly after 2:00, to let me know it'd been a slow day, & Becky was giving her a ride home, so we could get to Church. Trish & I ate our salads from Pizza Hut, then she took a shower, while I played Blue Sunday. I really have to learn another song. When she was out of the shower, I heated up our leftover spaghetti in the casserole dish, in the microwave. I've found it works better this way.
After church, we found an incoherent message from Donna on the answering machine -- she's either off her meds or thoroughly descoobied -- along with someone who sounded like Dave, saying "Hello" over & over again.
Trish wanted to go in the basement to watch her Britney Spears on her home theater & do laundry. She & I both feel that the speakers that came with the machine are pretty crappy, so I want to look around on PartsExpress.com to see what there is in the way of things that could be bought or built. After Britney, we watched Beavis & Butt-head Do America, then went to bed.
Today, I'm putting the finishing touches on AD. I submitted QA to Futurismic yesterday, & hopefully, they'll like my Philip K. Fantasy. Teenage D.A.R.E. Brats Want My Dick & Not My Philip K. Fantasy.
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