Philip K. Fantasy meets Mr. ED

Most of yesterday took place in a typical fashion, at least the brecchie of toasted frog. Trish used up all the maple syrup, so after I left the Invisible Soup Kitchen for lunch -- a Polish dog with Kathy -- I walked over to Fat Albertson's, where I also grabbed some more milk, margarine, & tortillas for Trish. They were out of Light syrup, but said it'd be in by today. Trish wants to go over there, anyway, to buy cheese for her quesadillas.

Then, having redone the hyperlinks on "Andy Morlock's Dead", a spice odyssey, I attempted to publish it to the web. Using IE7, I tried to drag & drop the files to "publish this folder to the web", & got a wizard in response. I called Vinnie at Stellar, he said to bring the box in on Tuesday. I couldn't wait that long, so I called OneWest. The guy told me how to do it with copy-&-paste, right-clicking, but -- & this is really weird -- IE shows the revised version, but Firefox doesn't.

Then the Mighty Insect Slayer arrived. I fixed a tater tot casserole for supper, while she played Penguins. About suppertime she turned into Cranky Bear. I think it could have been due to our upcoming trial of Viagra.

So we watched a porno-vid of a bunch of lesbians doing stuff. We started at 9:00 & I finally quit around 1/4 to 11:00, as I had to pee real bad. I think this is the reason I couldn't cum, or perhaps it was the Fantasy: K. & decadent. Trish felt lousy in bed, but I think that the Risperdal is still causing the orgasm death, on top of which I had to pee, which has always made it difficult to climax in the past. Tonite, we're trying again, & this time not so much water. & no K. Fantasy, filioque or otherwise, it just hurts Trish. 'Cause she's the Bumble Bee Girl. She goes bouncy-bouncy.