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It looks like I may be about to acquire some new stereo equipment, for the first time since Mother sadly developed dementia. Trish is selling her batmobile, and wants to spend some of it on new equipment. That started yesterday, when we both noticed that the machine had become horribly distorted -- but what was the source of the problem? I ruled out the receiver by switching from CD to FM. At that point, I started calling stereo stores for quotes on changers. Northern doesn't have 'em; Radio Shack does, but the guy had stepped out of the store. We finally took a lens cleaner to it, voila! problem solved.

However, the amp makes funny crackling sounds once in awhile, so Trish decided that we should buy a new one. I'll be shopping around for those, too.

I've spent much of the last several days reading Mark's novel. It's OK, but a little short for the range. Yesterday, though, I worked on my own, 'cause of the Car-girl appointment. It's evolving into something better than the old mess. Georgia March to the contrary.

We picked up some more free samples of Viagra, in Car-girl's car. Trish wants to do the next hit tomorrow night. We've been experimenting with lots of new stuff, including more bizarre fantasies, which I hope don't cause us to get Leery like the Philip K. one.

I've also been spending a lot of time on Hot or Not, with the new chat feature. Unfortunately, a lot of these turn out to be webcam chicks. I had one going, teasing her, for an hour or so last nite, when I finally decided to take a peek: credit card required. Yeah, right. It's definitely a scam.

I'm still waking up early, but this morning managed not to until 5:00. We see Doc Larocque on Wednesday. I hope we can be helped some then. I really want to get my sleep schedule back to normal.