day of the living doctor

Today, we go to the City of Electric Light in order to see Doc Larocque. Thank God that we no longer see Dr. Day, as when I was his patient he had me terribly under-medicated. He blamed Rusty Copper & One-Chain Willy, 2 of the drugsters I hung around with -- ie, drugs in general -- which admittedly, I wasn't sailing the darkened seas in a great big submarine, it was stuff like narcohol which is sure to have bad effects. He constantly tried to enroll me in the Scooby Club, they told me to quit my "pills", so I dropped out & used my meds as my "higher power". Worked, too. Now, all that's left is to get a license to smoke dope. Only cure for glaucoma here...

So today, we'll be going off on a big adventure -- I think that's why I woke up before 4:20 again. We're going to eat at the Golden Corral, where I am sure to gain another 20 lb.s (all you can eat): whereas the Depakote made me fat, so I want off it, but fuck Scientology & I Ron Steele if they say "neuraleptics" are "fraudulent". Trish, on the other hand, needs a 2nd "fraudulent" med to help her with her anxiety. & once again, fuck Scientology. Nor do we need Scoobies, working "a program" on their prescription medication.

So yesterday, Trish worked all morning on typing her movies into my machine, but the files got corrupted, so we ate Crazy Tacos. Then we watched her Britney Spears Live in Las Vegas until Karen called. We went out to Taco Time for a pop & did budget. After that, we had leftovers + some instant Hamburger Helper for supper. We cleaned Ula-tek's cage, then went down in the basement. I watched Gunsmoke until Trish came down -- one of the few times I've ever watched a western. We found Pirates 2 on Encore, but I fell asleep in the chair.

Forecast is for isolated, but severe t-storms. May need to back up my hard drive. I'm hoping the corruption of files in Word97 was due to a glitch in the program, not a virus. For I have much in the way of .doc files that have yet to be translated into OpenOffice.