return of Kimothy Leery

So yesterday, Trish took ill. She left for work as usual on the Invisible Taxi, then 15 minutes later Bridget gave her a ride home. I suggested a nap, then fixed a couple chili dogs for myself & a plain hot dog for my beautiful Bumble Bee Girl.

Then the arguing began: we'd had some real atomic sex a couple nites ago, predicated upon some kinky sexual fantasies. She suggested I preferred the Philip K. Fantasy to her. I said no, it's bi-bi, Kim; has been that way for awhile now.

However, when I carried the garbage out in the harsh winter landscape of 6" snow, who should appear but Kimothy? Leery of a Killer (a couple had escaped prison), augmented by blindness, I knew Savage Dread, & didn't wait for her to meet me, just went indoors -- only to argue some more.

I was really too distraught to work on "Silence", so I surfed Ho or No. Found some interesting hos. I finally fixed some macaroni & cheese for supper, then watched Battlestar Galactica, the original mini-series.

Fell asleep partway thru, but then, haven only taken 3 Seroquels, wound up waking up at 3:13, finally got up at 3:54. Tonite I take 4 again; mellow this schiz back to reality.

Up all nite again on Ho or No, I nonetheless found anyone to chat with. The addition of marriage? you wanna? to my keywords has wreaked havoc on my fantasy life, Philip K. or otherwise.