cold w/o meds
I developed a cold, starting yesterday or the day before. I'm going to have to ask the pharmacist about this, but I don't think there's anything OTC I can take, without interactions with my medications, & fuck Scientology & the Scooby Club, I won't stop taking them.
I've left most of my friendships -- if they ever were even any of that -- with AA people by the wayside. Jeffer Auss is the only one I still socialize with, & I don't need Narcoholics Numinous, anyway: I quit on my own. Besides, pot is good for me, I have glaucoma, though I haven't smoked any of the stuff in years.
When I got off the computer yesterday, I went to do some laundry, thought I smelled gas. Trish couldn't recognize the smell, beyond mustiness. So, Trish had planned to invite him over for a 3rd opinion. He feels it's simply the heater burning dust.
Before Trish came home, I worked on vadis.html & bumblebeegirl.html; one, a story of an unhealthy obsession that never should've begun, that the day Vadis Cothran walked thru the gym class door, I should'nt've fell in love at first sight; the other of a true, mad, deep relationship that now has both of us Leery over Kimothy: she's no longer welcome here, as she really hurt our relationship badly.
Other than that, I spent about an hour chatting with someone in a chat room. This was harmless, but the other day, some woman in Nigeria sent me a marriage proposal, so I've decided to cut back on that. I specifically state in my profile that I'm married & just looking for pen-pals -- can't these people read?
Beyond all that, I watched a lot of the all-day marathon of Battlestar Galactica, except for the time I spent fixing fish & chips. Trish went over to the dollar store downtown to pick up bread, then blew a lot of her money on Chai tea & latte mix at the record store, which is no doubt over-priced.
I took 3 temazepam last night, & slept until 6:00 this morning. Trish is sleeping until 7:30, as I'm fixing deer breakfast sausage & French toast for breakfast -- the meat came from the food bank -- so she's "paranoid" that it'll take too long to fix & she'll be late for work.
I wish Lucy would've responded to the last 2 emails I sent her. Laura Lemm quit reading in anger, after I lashed out at her (wrongly); Lucy probably can't sympathize with some of the issues I brought to her attention: the Kim-thing; it's been fixed, anyway, the woman is simply not allowed in anymore.
I think I'm schizophrenic again -- my punctuation has become bizarre, & I can't control it. I hope it doesn't affect my writing today.
I've left most of my friendships -- if they ever were even any of that -- with AA people by the wayside. Jeffer Auss is the only one I still socialize with, & I don't need Narcoholics Numinous, anyway: I quit on my own. Besides, pot is good for me, I have glaucoma, though I haven't smoked any of the stuff in years.
When I got off the computer yesterday, I went to do some laundry, thought I smelled gas. Trish couldn't recognize the smell, beyond mustiness. So, Trish had planned to invite him over for a 3rd opinion. He feels it's simply the heater burning dust.
Before Trish came home, I worked on vadis.html & bumblebeegirl.html; one, a story of an unhealthy obsession that never should've begun, that the day Vadis Cothran walked thru the gym class door, I should'nt've fell in love at first sight; the other of a true, mad, deep relationship that now has both of us Leery over Kimothy: she's no longer welcome here, as she really hurt our relationship badly.
Other than that, I spent about an hour chatting with someone in a chat room. This was harmless, but the other day, some woman in Nigeria sent me a marriage proposal, so I've decided to cut back on that. I specifically state in my profile that I'm married & just looking for pen-pals -- can't these people read?
Beyond all that, I watched a lot of the all-day marathon of Battlestar Galactica, except for the time I spent fixing fish & chips. Trish went over to the dollar store downtown to pick up bread, then blew a lot of her money on Chai tea & latte mix at the record store, which is no doubt over-priced.
I took 3 temazepam last night, & slept until 6:00 this morning. Trish is sleeping until 7:30, as I'm fixing deer breakfast sausage & French toast for breakfast -- the meat came from the food bank -- so she's "paranoid" that it'll take too long to fix & she'll be late for work.
I wish Lucy would've responded to the last 2 emails I sent her. Laura Lemm quit reading in anger, after I lashed out at her (wrongly); Lucy probably can't sympathize with some of the issues I brought to her attention: the Kim-thing; it's been fixed, anyway, the woman is simply not allowed in anymore.
I think I'm schizophrenic again -- my punctuation has become bizarre, & I can't control it. I hope it doesn't affect my writing today.
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