sickness will surely take the Mindstorm...

...where Mindstorms can't usually go: Trish & I have both been hit hard by hypersexuality, which so far has led to bizarre fantasies, no acting out. Trish has reluctantly agreed to the Philip K. Fantasy to be allowed on my account, but not hers. Meanwhile, the D. Fantasy looms again: mimsy borograves of orgasmic pleasure on her part. Flirtation on her part. Not to ever leave her for another -- how did all this come to be in the mind of a Catholic boy? It'll vanish as soon as the meds kick in...

...which reminds me: I finally slept well last nite: up until 6:30.

So I fixed Trish breakfast, we had our coffee, then she left -- & came back home: right before work, she had an embarrassing accident. The taxi lady called, she got there on time, then came home with Bridget, who she accidentally gave her $10 to, not her $1. Bridget admitted it, & will pay her back.

Once home, I advised the Bumble Bee Girl to take a nap. I'll fix lunch shortly, then maybe spend the afternoon watching Battlestar Galactica.