disappointments
Tuesday was a disappointing day, not just for me, but for Car-girl; doubly sad 'cause Keith's dad, though he's recovering, is in the hospital, & Bonnie's mother died.
A lot of activity filled the day. The plumber showed up while I was busy surfing the darkened seas. He claimed there was no leak, as far as he could tell, but went & did a bunch of stuff anyway, leaving us no doubt stuck with a major bill for Trish & I to try to pay out of her part-time job.
Then I ran over to the soup kitchen. The preacher, a new guy, had a southern accent; I mean, talk about your Southern Baptists, I mean, this bozo actually believes the Holy Spirit dictated every word of "the Bible" (the King James version) himself. Other than that, the nachos & burrito tasted good. The cook they have now was a chef for 20+ years, so the food isn't bad, & I'll be eating there again before taking Spiderman 2 back to Albertson's.
The disappointment was that the vid-store still has Battlestar Galactica, the first season, still on back order.
But my problems pale into insignificance compared to Car-girl's. When I called to let her know that the DVD hadn't arrived yet, she sounded depressed, so I asked why: failing grades, a C- (OK, so that prof is willing to work with her to raise the grade) & an F.
We did TA anyway as I wanted to be supportive of her. She showed me the paper, which admittedly went off-topic in free-form manic tangents, but the professor sounds both ignorant & arrogant: he told her in class -- & she correctly argued against him -- that the mental health system doesn't help people, & that "there's no such thing as mental illness". Looks like he just intended to find any excuse to fail her.
I got Kristified on soda, so I took my temazepam at 8:00 & fell promptly to sleep at bedtime.
I also discovered what's creating the famous Mr. ED. It's the Risperdal. I'm going to ask about tapering off it instead of the Depakote.
Gotta go now. Have to fix brecchie, especially for inflicting the Karen Relationship on me.
A lot of activity filled the day. The plumber showed up while I was busy surfing the darkened seas. He claimed there was no leak, as far as he could tell, but went & did a bunch of stuff anyway, leaving us no doubt stuck with a major bill for Trish & I to try to pay out of her part-time job.
Then I ran over to the soup kitchen. The preacher, a new guy, had a southern accent; I mean, talk about your Southern Baptists, I mean, this bozo actually believes the Holy Spirit dictated every word of "the Bible" (the King James version) himself. Other than that, the nachos & burrito tasted good. The cook they have now was a chef for 20+ years, so the food isn't bad, & I'll be eating there again before taking Spiderman 2 back to Albertson's.
The disappointment was that the vid-store still has Battlestar Galactica, the first season, still on back order.
But my problems pale into insignificance compared to Car-girl's. When I called to let her know that the DVD hadn't arrived yet, she sounded depressed, so I asked why: failing grades, a C- (OK, so that prof is willing to work with her to raise the grade) & an F.
We did TA anyway as I wanted to be supportive of her. She showed me the paper, which admittedly went off-topic in free-form manic tangents, but the professor sounds both ignorant & arrogant: he told her in class -- & she correctly argued against him -- that the mental health system doesn't help people, & that "there's no such thing as mental illness". Looks like he just intended to find any excuse to fail her.
I got Kristified on soda, so I took my temazepam at 8:00 & fell promptly to sleep at bedtime.
I also discovered what's creating the famous Mr. ED. It's the Risperdal. I'm going to ask about tapering off it instead of the Depakote.
Gotta go now. Have to fix brecchie, especially for inflicting the Karen Relationship on me.
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