atypical antipsychotic, typical Sunday (so far)
My Abilify is being boosted; I can both feel the surge in energy & have been sleeping better at the same time: today I slept until 6:45. I got out of bed, made some 1/2-caff, & turned on the old King Crimson. The original lineup, which first introduced me to the band.
Then the alarm went off, so Trish woke up long enough to take her pill. Am I going to say it? Are you wondering when I'll say it? OK, here it goes: FUCK SCIENTOLOGY! & all you sweet little Scoobies, you can all go take a fucking walk. (Yeah, the Scooby Club practices anti-medication mind-fucks, too.)
Yesterday seems like a pretty typical Saturday, as I recall. The taxi (Invisible City needs a magic bus) picked up the mighty Insect Slayer at about 10 'til 10, then once she phoned home, I took a bath. I stayed home from the soup kitchen, to eat a salami sandwich & the frozen stir-fry vegetables that Trish doesn't like because the pea pods "have strings in them". I finally read Ted's Thanksgiving version of TC. Lots more romance elements, but he didn't tackle the ending. Today after lunch I'll call him to brainstorm. I really don't know how the fem-bot can patch things up after the fight. Hell, I have to improve my description of fights, if I want to be "commercial"
Trish got off work late, as Pizza Hut had 4 parties. Christy had been preparing for it Friday, when we were out with Ed & Denise, then had to take everything down.
Trish really wanted to attend Church bad last night, so after our salad bar veggies, she skipped her shower & I made sketti. The service was not spectacularly different than any other, save that I meditated quite a bit on Bill Warren's misunderstandings of evolution & "intelligent design", an issue Joe didn't really help with, either.
I called Hope after church. The phone card had 666 minutes on it, which I would've taken as a sign in my demon-haunted adolescence, when I took Fundamentalism seriously. Then I read Also Sprach Zarathustra & it changed my life, & led me to write Answer to Zarathustra, a psychotic masterpiece that scared me so much I eventually took it out & burned it, especially after the way NORML started in on it at the Alfalfa High party, just one week before the Vadisystems conned me into drinking that vodka on top of all the acid, & Rachel & Vadis, not to mention the Invisible Lampshade, can all go take a fucking walk.
After Trish finished the dishes, we called her mom, who as usual sounded a little descoobied. Dion had sounded Rebeboed when he'd called on Thanksgiving, & legalize it!
Today, if nothing else, I'll read Ted's notes on the MR characters. I also need to write up a short note to Dion, about how I created my Masters (U-boat), in order to also include the outline. Tomorrow I'll go to the Layout to mail the story, as Mary can photocopy it there for me for free. That blows one day. The next is the Center's X-mas party, for which Cheri is cooking a turducky. It's the same old story: I'm real smart 'cause I had 3 years of nursing school; I cook real good; come on, everybody, let's play Aggravation -- & then she wonders why I don't go in there anymore.
Today, I have to pick up a few groceries at Albertson's, probably once Trish calls home. The soup kitchen is closed today.
French toast & coffee this morning. Let's see what happens when the Abilify really kicks in. In the meanwhile, fuck Scientology!
Then the alarm went off, so Trish woke up long enough to take her pill. Am I going to say it? Are you wondering when I'll say it? OK, here it goes: FUCK SCIENTOLOGY! & all you sweet little Scoobies, you can all go take a fucking walk. (Yeah, the Scooby Club practices anti-medication mind-fucks, too.)
Yesterday seems like a pretty typical Saturday, as I recall. The taxi (Invisible City needs a magic bus) picked up the mighty Insect Slayer at about 10 'til 10, then once she phoned home, I took a bath. I stayed home from the soup kitchen, to eat a salami sandwich & the frozen stir-fry vegetables that Trish doesn't like because the pea pods "have strings in them". I finally read Ted's Thanksgiving version of TC. Lots more romance elements, but he didn't tackle the ending. Today after lunch I'll call him to brainstorm. I really don't know how the fem-bot can patch things up after the fight. Hell, I have to improve my description of fights, if I want to be "commercial"
Trish got off work late, as Pizza Hut had 4 parties. Christy had been preparing for it Friday, when we were out with Ed & Denise, then had to take everything down.
Trish really wanted to attend Church bad last night, so after our salad bar veggies, she skipped her shower & I made sketti. The service was not spectacularly different than any other, save that I meditated quite a bit on Bill Warren's misunderstandings of evolution & "intelligent design", an issue Joe didn't really help with, either.
I called Hope after church. The phone card had 666 minutes on it, which I would've taken as a sign in my demon-haunted adolescence, when I took Fundamentalism seriously. Then I read Also Sprach Zarathustra & it changed my life, & led me to write Answer to Zarathustra, a psychotic masterpiece that scared me so much I eventually took it out & burned it, especially after the way NORML started in on it at the Alfalfa High party, just one week before the Vadisystems conned me into drinking that vodka on top of all the acid, & Rachel & Vadis, not to mention the Invisible Lampshade, can all go take a fucking walk.
After Trish finished the dishes, we called her mom, who as usual sounded a little descoobied. Dion had sounded Rebeboed when he'd called on Thanksgiving, & legalize it!
Today, if nothing else, I'll read Ted's notes on the MR characters. I also need to write up a short note to Dion, about how I created my Masters (U-boat), in order to also include the outline. Tomorrow I'll go to the Layout to mail the story, as Mary can photocopy it there for me for free. That blows one day. The next is the Center's X-mas party, for which Cheri is cooking a turducky. It's the same old story: I'm real smart 'cause I had 3 years of nursing school; I cook real good; come on, everybody, let's play Aggravation -- & then she wonders why I don't go in there anymore.
Today, I have to pick up a few groceries at Albertson's, probably once Trish calls home. The soup kitchen is closed today.
French toast & coffee this morning. Let's see what happens when the Abilify really kicks in. In the meanwhile, fuck Scientology!
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