& Stan lies down on Broadway...
...which is a somewhat facetious manner of saying I've finished my outline of Phoenix Enthralled (& came down the rivers & highways, from forests & falls, from Carson & Springfield), which means I've done it with time to spare -- though I'll still be tweaking it for the next couple days. This afternoon, I plan to burn disks for wako's X-mas present (VU boxed set), after eating a salami sandwich & some canned junk-em.
I picked up the salami, along with a total of $20 worth of groceries after eating at the soup kitchen, where I really shouldn't be so polite & listen to the bozo, who always starts his sermon when I'm finishing desert, & frequently babbles about such idiocy as "intelligent design".
I finally did a crit, as I'd received a "Critters misses you" note in the email Friday. The story was one of Marilyn Klimscho's. I haven't received a thank you on it yet; I got mad at her awhile back for writing some idiocy about how "depression makes sense", which is like, yeah, I've made suicide attempts; shut up & leave me alone.
Once I'd finished writing for the day I put on the Tina Turner DVD & waited for Trish to come home on the Invisible taxi. After she ate her veggies & cottage cheese (yay! calcium) she took a shower, while I fixed an Albertson's knock-off of a Velveeta mac-&-cheese dinner & some of the canned vegetables we'd picked up at the dollar store in the mall when we went out with Karen.
Trish hurried because she wanted to go to church. I sat there & flew from the alone to the Alone. Then once we were home -- I left the porch light on for a change -- I watched some more TV while Trish did the laundry & the bathroom. We saw Narnia on Starz, & afterwards I went to sleep fairly easily, though I had to tell Trish a couple times not to chatter. I slept until 7:00 this morning, Trish's alarm clock, which we used to replace the busted old one, went off at 7:00 -- though it produced radio static & not a buzz. She'll most likely still want to buy a new one in Great Falls. Our appointment with Doc Larocque is Wednesday. I'm looking forward to Abilifying my life & all you Scientologists with all your insane talk, you can all go take a fucking walk.
I picked up the salami, along with a total of $20 worth of groceries after eating at the soup kitchen, where I really shouldn't be so polite & listen to the bozo, who always starts his sermon when I'm finishing desert, & frequently babbles about such idiocy as "intelligent design".
I finally did a crit, as I'd received a "Critters misses you" note in the email Friday. The story was one of Marilyn Klimscho's. I haven't received a thank you on it yet; I got mad at her awhile back for writing some idiocy about how "depression makes sense", which is like, yeah, I've made suicide attempts; shut up & leave me alone.
Once I'd finished writing for the day I put on the Tina Turner DVD & waited for Trish to come home on the Invisible taxi. After she ate her veggies & cottage cheese (yay! calcium) she took a shower, while I fixed an Albertson's knock-off of a Velveeta mac-&-cheese dinner & some of the canned vegetables we'd picked up at the dollar store in the mall when we went out with Karen.
Trish hurried because she wanted to go to church. I sat there & flew from the alone to the Alone. Then once we were home -- I left the porch light on for a change -- I watched some more TV while Trish did the laundry & the bathroom. We saw Narnia on Starz, & afterwards I went to sleep fairly easily, though I had to tell Trish a couple times not to chatter. I slept until 7:00 this morning, Trish's alarm clock, which we used to replace the busted old one, went off at 7:00 -- though it produced radio static & not a buzz. She'll most likely still want to buy a new one in Great Falls. Our appointment with Doc Larocque is Wednesday. I'm looking forward to Abilifying my life & all you Scientologists with all your insane talk, you can all go take a fucking walk.
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