a long, strange trip
...from Invisible to Electric (Cities, that is). (Noncorean never figured it out: Nite City is a place; the City of Night is a symbol. Bi-bi, Colleen -- not to mention the Perky Pam Layout -- Layout ungrateful, or at least Cheri.)
See the light-show, take the trip: yes, from Invisible to Electric, & back again: yesterday, we got Trish up "early", after another sleepless nite. I returned to bed about 5:00-6:00, then slept until both alarms went off.
All we had for brecchie (Naked Breakfast) was muffins & instant oatmeal, then about 9:00 heard a honking: Karen (the Kaseworker). Too much! The magic van! We soon were Reuben down the highway like some exotic sandwich, without wings, without wheels.
We had a lot of errands. Elena needed her haircut (6 buckadingdongs in Electric), then we went shopping at the Electric Wally World for a bit before our appointments with Doc Larocque, the Electric psychiatrist.
I wanted to terminate the Orgasm Death because of the sexual side-effects -- heightened also because of the Jim/Kim/Trish thing. (We told Kim bye & she responded with bi.) It was not to be: being at least hypomanic, babbling at incredible superspeed, Reuben mentally, she spotted it for what it was, & changed everything else I am on: more Seroquel; more Artane; more Depakote; less Abilify: the wonder drug can cause insomnia in its own right.
Trish's adjustments were simpler: up the Lamictal.
We ate lunch in some Chinese place. I had veggie delight & Trish had pork something. & then we had to split, to take Bryan to his skin surgeon, from where he lost the weight.
Following that, we took the Beautiful Bumble Bee Girl to where Elena had just had hers cut. In the meantime, we went to the Village mall, where I picked up a Shania Twain DVD Trish wanted -- then ran into a very rude Radio Shaft employee: when I asked about surround sound receivers, she pointed out some dipshit box that included speakers. When I did find a box that interested me, she rudely refused to answer my questions. Like, "I don't know what a ProLogic is" (stupid bit-cuh), then walked away, saying, "I'd have to pull up the specs for that" ("because I'm lazy"), so I resolved to go to the Sound Pro. Good equipment, inflated prices. At least the guy there knew some electronics, though the equipment was pricey.
Finally, we walked like a car (engine options) to Invisible City. Too tired to cook, we broke out the potato chips, cheese dip, & a couple of sandwiches. We watched Heavenly Hooters, where Trish explored the dark side of the source: I promised to put a Hot or Not profile for her today. It's hard to find someone in Invisible...
...mostly they just say bi-bi in the bars.
Bi-bi, blog. See you again tomorrow.
See the light-show, take the trip: yes, from Invisible to Electric, & back again: yesterday, we got Trish up "early", after another sleepless nite. I returned to bed about 5:00-6:00, then slept until both alarms went off.
All we had for brecchie (Naked Breakfast) was muffins & instant oatmeal, then about 9:00 heard a honking: Karen (the Kaseworker). Too much! The magic van! We soon were Reuben down the highway like some exotic sandwich, without wings, without wheels.
We had a lot of errands. Elena needed her haircut (6 buckadingdongs in Electric), then we went shopping at the Electric Wally World for a bit before our appointments with Doc Larocque, the Electric psychiatrist.
I wanted to terminate the Orgasm Death because of the sexual side-effects -- heightened also because of the Jim/Kim/Trish thing. (We told Kim bye & she responded with bi.) It was not to be: being at least hypomanic, babbling at incredible superspeed, Reuben mentally, she spotted it for what it was, & changed everything else I am on: more Seroquel; more Artane; more Depakote; less Abilify: the wonder drug can cause insomnia in its own right.
Trish's adjustments were simpler: up the Lamictal.
We ate lunch in some Chinese place. I had veggie delight & Trish had pork something. & then we had to split, to take Bryan to his skin surgeon, from where he lost the weight.
Following that, we took the Beautiful Bumble Bee Girl to where Elena had just had hers cut. In the meantime, we went to the Village mall, where I picked up a Shania Twain DVD Trish wanted -- then ran into a very rude Radio Shaft employee: when I asked about surround sound receivers, she pointed out some dipshit box that included speakers. When I did find a box that interested me, she rudely refused to answer my questions. Like, "I don't know what a ProLogic is" (stupid bit-cuh), then walked away, saying, "I'd have to pull up the specs for that" ("because I'm lazy"), so I resolved to go to the Sound Pro. Good equipment, inflated prices. At least the guy there knew some electronics, though the equipment was pricey.
Finally, we walked like a car (engine options) to Invisible City. Too tired to cook, we broke out the potato chips, cheese dip, & a couple of sandwiches. We watched Heavenly Hooters, where Trish explored the dark side of the source: I promised to put a Hot or Not profile for her today. It's hard to find someone in Invisible...
...mostly they just say bi-bi in the bars.
Bi-bi, blog. See you again tomorrow.
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