last nite's Philip K. Fantasy (wishful Crystal)
Still feeling the effects of the flu, I did very little yesterday other than watch movies. I did Full Throttle one last time. Keith interrupted somewhere towards the end of it. Of course, as a purist (then why does he watch full screen?) he'll only watch the original, but hey, the remakes are OK.
I ate a salad & the rest of the leftover spaghetti for lunch. After that I stuck on Disc 2 of Return of the King. Long movie, & the TV zonked out again. Trish wants to use her tax return to buy a new one. I keep deferring my decision, but I feel, since we have a bigger one -- to big to fit in the entertainment center up here -- down in the basement, we can use it. We don't currently have cable downstairs, but it's been connected before, & it'd be a lot cheaper to pay for an extension cable than the 100s required for a new machine. Plus it makes sense to wait until the LCD TVs come down in price, rather than spending a lot on something that'll be obsolete in a couple years. & with my failing vision, listening to music makes more sense than continuously "watching" things for entertainment.
So once the chores had been finished, I took 2 Viagra & felt a Soft Machine for a point of intersection. Philip K. Fantasy clouded my fragile eggshell mind. I don't know why these thoughts continue to bother me. All K. Fantasy, fantasy of a dildo (wishful Crystal), should remain in the past.
Guilt.
Pain.
Desire.
Terminal addict of the orgasm-death, I no longer dwell in the collective unconscious. I've become the Id-thing of my own creation. It must end.
Trish's own response was extremely positive. Mr. Friendly gave her another moment of bliss, which assuages my guilt over the Fantasy. I will Dye for my Beautiful Bumble Bee Girl, like Jesus laughing from the tree.
I ate a salad & the rest of the leftover spaghetti for lunch. After that I stuck on Disc 2 of Return of the King. Long movie, & the TV zonked out again. Trish wants to use her tax return to buy a new one. I keep deferring my decision, but I feel, since we have a bigger one -- to big to fit in the entertainment center up here -- down in the basement, we can use it. We don't currently have cable downstairs, but it's been connected before, & it'd be a lot cheaper to pay for an extension cable than the 100s required for a new machine. Plus it makes sense to wait until the LCD TVs come down in price, rather than spending a lot on something that'll be obsolete in a couple years. & with my failing vision, listening to music makes more sense than continuously "watching" things for entertainment.
So once the chores had been finished, I took 2 Viagra & felt a Soft Machine for a point of intersection. Philip K. Fantasy clouded my fragile eggshell mind. I don't know why these thoughts continue to bother me. All K. Fantasy, fantasy of a dildo (wishful Crystal), should remain in the past.
Guilt.
Pain.
Desire.
Terminal addict of the orgasm-death, I no longer dwell in the collective unconscious. I've become the Id-thing of my own creation. It must end.
Trish's own response was extremely positive. Mr. Friendly gave her another moment of bliss, which assuages my guilt over the Fantasy. I will Dye for my Beautiful Bumble Bee Girl, like Jesus laughing from the tree.
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