dreaming of Biggie
Last nite I dreamed that the Biggolith rang the doorbell; entered, clearly hurt; coughing, gasping...
--David, what happened? Did Karen leave you?
--No, she's OK -- but she's in a cage...
That occurred last nite, whereas yesterday the highlight was the guys from Valley Furniture moving the new bed in -- 1:30; 2:00, Trish called: she'd gotten off work early, she'd had help. Apparently, Michael, the revenge of Kimothy, had kicked in some spare time & threw himself into a frenzy aiding her.
She walked home -- beautiful day for it -- & arrived about the time I was working on the first sex scene in TC. I'd made the character "tougher", to compensate for her overwhelming obsession of a prior draft, but both drafts are beginning to look like the sex is obviated, & the "drug scene" (like, yeah, it's weed -- omigod, they're doing drugs! quoth flying_fruitbat@aol.com) is starting to look more like an excuse for the author to expound on his personal beliefs, no matter what the status of "drugs" in the future, that I'm not entirely certain how to handle it, even with the Cowboys on Acid -- which Gardner would've loved; he's gone, alas!
Trish took a shower shortly after she returned from work, & relaxed for awhile, before starting her cleaning chores. We had chicken thighs last nite, Trish's favorite: dark meat.
The cleaning frenzy lasted until about 7:00, which is in the approximate time-frame we asked Chelsea to call. She did send us some hot pics, & otherwise sounded interested.
We finally had some free time together to surf Hot or Not. Trish is becoming really excited about the prospect of being Person of the Week, & is constantly coming up with new makeup & lingerie poses for the position... assuming that she gets it.
The new bed is a lot firmer than the old one, & I slept soundly all nite long. Trish didn't hog the bed, either. She's still sleeping, after I got up with the alarm at 7:00, & shortly I'll begin on the pancakes.
There was one a woman on the web when I checked, but I couldn't respond -- this is all for Trish. If she's still there, I'll simply tell her we gotta get Champions of Breakfast.
--David, what happened? Did Karen leave you?
--No, she's OK -- but she's in a cage...
That occurred last nite, whereas yesterday the highlight was the guys from Valley Furniture moving the new bed in -- 1:30; 2:00, Trish called: she'd gotten off work early, she'd had help. Apparently, Michael, the revenge of Kimothy, had kicked in some spare time & threw himself into a frenzy aiding her.
She walked home -- beautiful day for it -- & arrived about the time I was working on the first sex scene in TC. I'd made the character "tougher", to compensate for her overwhelming obsession of a prior draft, but both drafts are beginning to look like the sex is obviated, & the "drug scene" (like, yeah, it's weed -- omigod, they're doing drugs! quoth flying_fruitbat@aol.com) is starting to look more like an excuse for the author to expound on his personal beliefs, no matter what the status of "drugs" in the future, that I'm not entirely certain how to handle it, even with the Cowboys on Acid -- which Gardner would've loved; he's gone, alas!
Trish took a shower shortly after she returned from work, & relaxed for awhile, before starting her cleaning chores. We had chicken thighs last nite, Trish's favorite: dark meat.
The cleaning frenzy lasted until about 7:00, which is in the approximate time-frame we asked Chelsea to call. She did send us some hot pics, & otherwise sounded interested.
We finally had some free time together to surf Hot or Not. Trish is becoming really excited about the prospect of being Person of the Week, & is constantly coming up with new makeup & lingerie poses for the position... assuming that she gets it.
The new bed is a lot firmer than the old one, & I slept soundly all nite long. Trish didn't hog the bed, either. She's still sleeping, after I got up with the alarm at 7:00, & shortly I'll begin on the pancakes.
There was one a woman on the web when I checked, but I couldn't respond -- this is all for Trish. If she's still there, I'll simply tell her we gotta get Champions of Breakfast.
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