Son of Morlock

Just the other day, I finally got my FTP up & running, & was finally able to download "Andy Morlock's Dead," a savage psychedelic collaboration with Timothy "Nicotine Tim" Leary. I wrote the story when Tim was really pushing the envelope. "Nicotine" Tim used to send me letters in envelopes which were actually entire sheets of hi-power blotto acid.

I couldn't work on it yesterday, as Trish & I made a sojourn to the Layout, in order to make cookies with Ashley Upstairs. We both enjoyed ourselves immensely.

But the Invisible Record Store didn't have Battlestar Galactica in yet, so I had Fearless Fred take me up to Sam Goody's & cancelled with the other place. Trish & I stayed up late watching it while she did laundry.

I'm losing more of my vision again, but don't want to tell Trish that. It'll just contribute to her anxiety -- but right now I can see the computer screen better with my glasses off than on.

I have to leave for lunch soon. I'll be taking back Aliens vs. Predators while picking up a few groceries at Albertson's, after I stop & eat at the soup kitchen.