Who is on the stereo?
Right. & Yes is on 2nd -- I put my Who's Greatest Hits in the CD changer the other day, or at least what I thought was it. Between that & whatever else I thought I was putting in, I rediscovered Inna-Gadda-da-Vida. So won't you walk with me, & take my hand?
Got up around 6:00 again, potty time. It's good to get up around 6:00, in spite of my Seroquel dosage; I was beginning to feel over-sedated. However, I have yet to ascertain if that's what affected my weight. I'm starting to look more & more like a sweet Pookie Bear, irregardless of whether I want to or not. At least Trish is still happy with me.
Or it could be the Depakote. Also, the Seroquel was recently cut -- but perhaps I simply need a sedative that doesn't affect weight gain. I certainly would never give up Abilify; its energizing effect has "Galaxies" almost complete, & given me my life back: I do not need to be baby-sat by a Noncorean who has vanished into Oreo-gone, or the woman who dominates the Layout. My fascination with alpha females ended with that unmitigated Vadisystem, Jill of the Jung-le. Perhaps some of the things I did to her were inhumane -- but what really broke us up was her lesbianism.
So mostly, I've been hanging out at home, fixing pancakes/french toast in the morning for the Bumble Bee Girl, then working on my diverse creative projects -- just started a painting, "Bird of Fire", & "Galaxies" mostly needs a layer of polish.
So that's all I did yesterday, apart from running over to the Invisible Albertson's for a mac-&-cheese dinner & a can of chili -- Trish wanted chili-mac for supper last nite, & it amazes me how little the woman eats -- this is a consequence of going off Depakote. For her.
So today, I do another draft, polish it tomorrow & Sunday (if we can get Trish downstairs), write a cover letter, then send it to Analog Monday. In the interim, I have a few hundred words to add, possibly also cut some, here & there. It's finally started to look more like my writing than Ted's.
Then, it's RFDR time. I want to choose a couple typical sword-&-sorcery novels from the Critters list & read them, prior to commencing revision of Noc-Lar -- & create it with a dozen prequels in mind, but no U-boat to sail them on. Just Abilify.
'Cause when the Abilify shoots up to a center in my head then I'm better off than dead & fuck Scientology!
Got up around 6:00 again, potty time. It's good to get up around 6:00, in spite of my Seroquel dosage; I was beginning to feel over-sedated. However, I have yet to ascertain if that's what affected my weight. I'm starting to look more & more like a sweet Pookie Bear, irregardless of whether I want to or not. At least Trish is still happy with me.
Or it could be the Depakote. Also, the Seroquel was recently cut -- but perhaps I simply need a sedative that doesn't affect weight gain. I certainly would never give up Abilify; its energizing effect has "Galaxies" almost complete, & given me my life back: I do not need to be baby-sat by a Noncorean who has vanished into Oreo-gone, or the woman who dominates the Layout. My fascination with alpha females ended with that unmitigated Vadisystem, Jill of the Jung-le. Perhaps some of the things I did to her were inhumane -- but what really broke us up was her lesbianism.
So mostly, I've been hanging out at home, fixing pancakes/french toast in the morning for the Bumble Bee Girl, then working on my diverse creative projects -- just started a painting, "Bird of Fire", & "Galaxies" mostly needs a layer of polish.
So that's all I did yesterday, apart from running over to the Invisible Albertson's for a mac-&-cheese dinner & a can of chili -- Trish wanted chili-mac for supper last nite, & it amazes me how little the woman eats -- this is a consequence of going off Depakote. For her.
So today, I do another draft, polish it tomorrow & Sunday (if we can get Trish downstairs), write a cover letter, then send it to Analog Monday. In the interim, I have a few hundred words to add, possibly also cut some, here & there. It's finally started to look more like my writing than Ted's.
Then, it's RFDR time. I want to choose a couple typical sword-&-sorcery novels from the Critters list & read them, prior to commencing revision of Noc-Lar -- & create it with a dozen prequels in mind, but no U-boat to sail them on. Just Abilify.
'Cause when the Abilify shoots up to a center in my head then I'm better off than dead & fuck Scientology!
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