I love my Bumble Bee Girl
Well, could it be because I'm a sweet Pookie Bear? Trish claims the nickname derives from Heavy Metal. I'm a Heavy Metal Addict. So is she. In the days when Perky Pam still put spikes full of haldol in our veins, when we were rushing on our run, we'd always come home from the Layout & watch Heavy Metal. Listen for it in the So Beautiful & So Dangerous segment: snorting Plutonian nyborg, Zeke & Edsel murmur the word as they lay down the lines of powder.
Even in spite of my -- & her -- mental illnesses (& fuck Scientology), I love her, not the Kimothy she's now Leery of. We're both Leery of. I hope that if I just sign "busy" often enough, she'll go away. Most of the time, when K. Fantasy rings the doorbell while Trish is at work, I really am busy. I'm writing.
I'm also slowly going blind. I want to make the myths before the night closes in.
Nothing really exciting happened yesterday, save in my mind, save for rewriting the tachyon-critters story, especially adding a new ending. Boy gets girl where the beat goes on. Just cutting & pasting for the moment, may want to return it to Ted for help on the particle physics, but I do want to keep say what goes into the final draft.
Bondage to this thing has kept me working on the thing, trying to put all the words down before the hypomania goes away. As usual during such an episode, I sleep less: woke up at 4:42 this morning, even though I deliberately drank a can of Diet Cherry Max so I wouldn't sleep in the chair.
Today, the psi-schizophrenia cross-linkage will be cut. Perhaps I'll save it for another story.
Even in spite of my -- & her -- mental illnesses (& fuck Scientology), I love her, not the Kimothy she's now Leery of. We're both Leery of. I hope that if I just sign "busy" often enough, she'll go away. Most of the time, when K. Fantasy rings the doorbell while Trish is at work, I really am busy. I'm writing.
I'm also slowly going blind. I want to make the myths before the night closes in.
Nothing really exciting happened yesterday, save in my mind, save for rewriting the tachyon-critters story, especially adding a new ending. Boy gets girl where the beat goes on. Just cutting & pasting for the moment, may want to return it to Ted for help on the particle physics, but I do want to keep say what goes into the final draft.
Bondage to this thing has kept me working on the thing, trying to put all the words down before the hypomania goes away. As usual during such an episode, I sleep less: woke up at 4:42 this morning, even though I deliberately drank a can of Diet Cherry Max so I wouldn't sleep in the chair.
Today, the psi-schizophrenia cross-linkage will be cut. Perhaps I'll save it for another story.
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