what a long, strange trip to Malta it's been
That was yesterday: Trish had to see the Medicaid dentist. There are no more Invisible dentists who take Medicaid.
But before that, we had a typical weekend, minus the LOTR. Trish wanted to go to Subway for a real atomic sandwich, & we noted that there are no more Crazy Tacos on Sunday -- no help. The sandwich was OK, typical club
When we returned, we watched Pirates of the Caribbean II. Monday we went to the Layout, but then, when it turned out the culinary treat -- "See what a good cook I am!" -- was cajun chicken, Trish & I went out to Wolfer's, who've gotten real expensive. 15 buckadingdongs for a hot dog, chili dog, onion rings, & chewy cheese sticks that almost choked the Bumble Bee Girl. It was a bit much. After that, we attended Part III. Real atomic, but too long.
Trish had a haircut appointment at 9:30 yesterday morning, which meant awakening her a half hour earlier than normal. I dropped off my overdue OneWest notice at the Silver Rectangle (Upstairs), we relaxed for a bit, then went over to the Invisible Feed My Sheep for a free meal -- which turned out to be hamburgers. Car-girl got here about 1:15, & we went moving down Dawn's Highway at incredible super-speed.
We got there on time, or actually, a little early. Trish's teeth-cleaning took little time, as she only has 5 left. The sore in her mouth turned out to be benign, but if it gets worse, enlarges or hardens, she may need surgery.
After finishing with the dentist, she wanted to get a burger at Dairy Queen, which was expensive & El Taco Loco would've been a better value, even a pizza.
I woke up at 5:23 this morning. It's good to be able to do that. But if my sleep keeps dropping, I may need more Seroquel. I seem to be on a happy medium right now, so I think when we see Doc Larocque in July, I'm going to ask for a Depakote taper. Something has certainly been making me fat in recent months. Once Car-girl has her TAs starting up again (next week), I may want to go in to see Suzanne Wiccan for a diabetic diet meal plan. I've lost weight with Zyprexa, so I'm sure I can also do it with Depakote/Seroquel.
Meanwhile, back at the typewriter torment, "Galaxies" is just about complete -- watching Pirates II Sunday I hit on a way to make the ending relevant to the rest of the story, the title. & no, Georgie-girl, I'm not "leaving out the tachyons". Of course, Aboriginal Spaceways (what's this I hear about "Amerindian" names?) may turn around & hate it, but they're just a cheap-ass dipshit amateur publication who don't know that it doesn't pay to have their editorial staff insult authors. & call it a "courtesy" to do so -- "Fragile Eggshell Mind" gets more well-researched, then goes back to Analog, perhaps with a stroke of insight -- Jill, but not Long.
Today (or tomorrow), "Galaxies" will be put into final draft form, barring the amount of time it takes to look at Science News & Sci-Fi Weekly. Then I begin a round of RFDRs prior to working on Noc-Lar. If Stan bounces "Galaxies" a 2nd time, I'll run it thru Critters to see what's "wrong" with it, which may or may not help, due to the randomness of the criticism. I've also still got to get that science fact article in to Stan. What I really need is a great big submarine to launch it.
So really, Lucy, it's all a matter of how atomic it gets.
But before that, we had a typical weekend, minus the LOTR. Trish wanted to go to Subway for a real atomic sandwich, & we noted that there are no more Crazy Tacos on Sunday -- no help. The sandwich was OK, typical club
When we returned, we watched Pirates of the Caribbean II. Monday we went to the Layout, but then, when it turned out the culinary treat -- "See what a good cook I am!" -- was cajun chicken, Trish & I went out to Wolfer's, who've gotten real expensive. 15 buckadingdongs for a hot dog, chili dog, onion rings, & chewy cheese sticks that almost choked the Bumble Bee Girl. It was a bit much. After that, we attended Part III. Real atomic, but too long.
Trish had a haircut appointment at 9:30 yesterday morning, which meant awakening her a half hour earlier than normal. I dropped off my overdue OneWest notice at the Silver Rectangle (Upstairs), we relaxed for a bit, then went over to the Invisible Feed My Sheep for a free meal -- which turned out to be hamburgers. Car-girl got here about 1:15, & we went moving down Dawn's Highway at incredible super-speed.
We got there on time, or actually, a little early. Trish's teeth-cleaning took little time, as she only has 5 left. The sore in her mouth turned out to be benign, but if it gets worse, enlarges or hardens, she may need surgery.
After finishing with the dentist, she wanted to get a burger at Dairy Queen, which was expensive & El Taco Loco would've been a better value, even a pizza.
I woke up at 5:23 this morning. It's good to be able to do that. But if my sleep keeps dropping, I may need more Seroquel. I seem to be on a happy medium right now, so I think when we see Doc Larocque in July, I'm going to ask for a Depakote taper. Something has certainly been making me fat in recent months. Once Car-girl has her TAs starting up again (next week), I may want to go in to see Suzanne Wiccan for a diabetic diet meal plan. I've lost weight with Zyprexa, so I'm sure I can also do it with Depakote/Seroquel.
Meanwhile, back at the typewriter torment, "Galaxies" is just about complete -- watching Pirates II Sunday I hit on a way to make the ending relevant to the rest of the story, the title. & no, Georgie-girl, I'm not "leaving out the tachyons". Of course, Aboriginal Spaceways (what's this I hear about "Amerindian" names?) may turn around & hate it, but they're just a cheap-ass dipshit amateur publication who don't know that it doesn't pay to have their editorial staff insult authors. & call it a "courtesy" to do so -- "Fragile Eggshell Mind" gets more well-researched, then goes back to Analog, perhaps with a stroke of insight -- Jill, but not Long.
Today (or tomorrow), "Galaxies" will be put into final draft form, barring the amount of time it takes to look at Science News & Sci-Fi Weekly. Then I begin a round of RFDRs prior to working on Noc-Lar. If Stan bounces "Galaxies" a 2nd time, I'll run it thru Critters to see what's "wrong" with it, which may or may not help, due to the randomness of the criticism. I've also still got to get that science fact article in to Stan. What I really need is a great big submarine to launch it.
So really, Lucy, it's all a matter of how atomic it gets.
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