Saturday (forever/futuristic) afternoon

I spent the morning yesterday with Trish. She wanted to clean Ula-tek's cage before we went to the soup kitchen. She brought home a bunch of really sweet pastries, then obsessed with guilt over it. She's off Depakote, she eats less, but she simply makes poor choices.

We had stale pizza. Again. When Domino's delivers, it's hot & fresh; when Pizza Hut donates, it's leftovers from the buffet which have gone stale & on top of that, rewarmed.

In the afternoon, I got to do my own thing. Trish went down in the basement to read, while I stayed upstairs to send some email asking what's to do about the sex-play & received a non-helpful answer & haven't heard from Alissa yet.

Trish played free cell on the computer for awhile, while we listened to the new/old Rectilinears. The sound is real atomic.

We reheated some tuna noodle casserole in the microwave, then proceded to a Buffy marathon. I napped thru disc #1 of the 2nd season, & then took a Viagra. In spite of which, the Risperdal keeps me from having an orgasm.

I want a new drug.