budget & behavior
Karen called us to do budget around noon yesterday. We went to the buffet at the Invisible Chinese restaurant. Since we had too much money in the bank, especially our trips account, we had to take some out -- we can go to Elko any time, though without fear & loathing.
On the way home -- much colder than the day before & becoming increasingly colder as the afternoon passed -- we stopped at the barbershop & I had all my little curlicues lopped off.
After that we went to McLean's, where Trish bought a Playboy 'cause it has #6 in it. I'd planned to drop a Viagra, look at the pics, & ultimately have sex with Trish. However, she got me out of the mood pretty fast. First, she wanted to take all her money out of the bank & spend it -- I had her call Karen on that one -- then "my mother made me paranoid; she's trying to control me" just because she'd told Trish on the phone that she had to see the doctor & to call back Sunday.
We watched Blondie until suppertime, & had been planning to go out for a crazy taco, but she broke down in tears, so I told her that we weren't going to the restaurant until she'd calmed down. We ate at home instead: soup & sandwiches, not much more necessary after that buffet.
Trish wanted to watch Battlestar Galactica, but I fell asleep in the chair -- again. I woke up early, took another temazepam, & wrote back to the one Critter asking what's to do about the changes in MR vs. my original.
I'm Cranky Bear. I do not know if this is from the Abilify (& fuck Scientology, anyway) or a manic symptom. Whatever the case, I insulted a Critter over a nit -- he'd assumed the "dark energy sails" were "solar sails". I tried a polite apology, but all he did was send back page after page of bombastic insults, so I screwed up bad.
At least my cold seems to finally be abating.
On the way home -- much colder than the day before & becoming increasingly colder as the afternoon passed -- we stopped at the barbershop & I had all my little curlicues lopped off.
After that we went to McLean's, where Trish bought a Playboy 'cause it has #6 in it. I'd planned to drop a Viagra, look at the pics, & ultimately have sex with Trish. However, she got me out of the mood pretty fast. First, she wanted to take all her money out of the bank & spend it -- I had her call Karen on that one -- then "my mother made me paranoid; she's trying to control me" just because she'd told Trish on the phone that she had to see the doctor & to call back Sunday.
We watched Blondie until suppertime, & had been planning to go out for a crazy taco, but she broke down in tears, so I told her that we weren't going to the restaurant until she'd calmed down. We ate at home instead: soup & sandwiches, not much more necessary after that buffet.
Trish wanted to watch Battlestar Galactica, but I fell asleep in the chair -- again. I woke up early, took another temazepam, & wrote back to the one Critter asking what's to do about the changes in MR vs. my original.
I'm Cranky Bear. I do not know if this is from the Abilify (& fuck Scientology, anyway) or a manic symptom. Whatever the case, I insulted a Critter over a nit -- he'd assumed the "dark energy sails" were "solar sails". I tried a polite apology, but all he did was send back page after page of bombastic insults, so I screwed up bad.
At least my cold seems to finally be abating.
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