from the Invisible Library down to the Invisible Pizza Hut, I must've been at them all
...including the Invisible Crazy Taco Store -- first off, I slept until 6:00 yesterday, a wonderfully long time, the first 8 hours since stopping the Seroquel. Too good to be true: today I woke up at 4:00 again, but did nap in until 5:00. Can't wait until the Ambien-CR is in my blood & the blood is in my head.
Surfed Cyberia for a bit until a breakfast of french toast, then hung out with Trish drinking Scooby-Dew until time for her to work -- she appeared far less tired than she had the previous couple days.
I turned the CD player off around 10:15 & trekked on over to the Invisible Library for the LAC meeting. Somebody from Electric City drove all the way up here to do a presentation. My only comments were on the Larry King-thing, suicide, depression, medication &c; & the need for mental health facilities at the college & university level -- basically, I just told them how bad Big Ron Burnout had screwed me, how Mary Lisa Pryne used me, took advantage of my feelings to cheat, then dumped me as soon as she had her grade; suicide, painless, the only surviving route of action.
I met Ed after the meeting. He had come for some other meeting a week early. I bought him a Mr. Fruity at El Taco Loco, where I had the taco & fries combo. (Is this authentic Mexican?) We visited for quite awhile, & he did say he could do Trish's job sometime in September. Thankfully.
I returned to an answering machine full of messages: Car-girl felt better; wanted to pick me up for the afternoon. We drove over to the Invisible Pizza Hut, where Car-girl had a salad & me my usual Mr. Fruity. Since I had the house tax-refund papers in my pocket, I solicited Car-girl's assistance in filling them out, then we ran over to Shaver Insurance for a stamp & the PO to mail the form. Car-girl took me to the Bear Creek Drive-In for a Diet Mountain Dew with lemon, then drove partway toward the Iron Claw Mountains, stopping at the Cat's Foot Hills.
We returned to Pizza Hut in time to pick up Trish in order to get me up to the Clinic for my pre-op on the foot surgery. Everything is fine, but they simply have to set a time; we already know the date.
Once home, I played around with the Internet a bit, cooked dinner with Trish's assistance -- generic Chicken Helper; she had to read the box for me. Once we'd finished that, she stayed upstairs to do the dishes while I went down in the basement to watch the idiot box.
Right when I got down there, Hope called. She's always fun to talk with, & promised to call back after the surgery.
I sent Trish off to bed early, 'cause of her trazadone, but woke up early, again.
The bedroom is cold (a/c), but there is no taste in my mouth as desperation has never taken hold -- I have a beautiful Bumble Bee Girl. Will have to kick out the K. Fantasy again, but if I don't, I may lose both.
I need to go read the new issue of Science News online. As an insane science fiction author I find it inspiring -- though no Critters yet have commented on "Galaxies Controlling Fate". Perhaps they thought it's Trek-tech, like Baen's Universe maintained. I hate it when you get these clods who don't know science editing these magazines. They're closed to submissions in September, anyway.
So I guess today, following a nap, I'll be working on my noise-filtering Analog-ies. With a 2-week period of time between submissions, I'll be able to polish my story, then return to work on Noc-Lar. I hope to be able to move on to other projects soon. I did propose a revamped "Trinities" to Ted, but he sounds over-eager to work from out of books of "rules for writers", & just generate a rough draft he'll deny my input on; i.e., destroy the concept the way he did QA & TC. If we're doing this thing at all, it has to be my way. If he does jump the gun & turn in something awful, I'm pulling the plug, especially since his SF seems to have gone downhill since the first drafts of "Trinities".
Love triangle... why did I create that? Got to stop using them; it gets too predictable. Only one I'll actually use is Noc-Lar.
& then I got to split because I've got no time to waste!
Surfed Cyberia for a bit until a breakfast of french toast, then hung out with Trish drinking Scooby-Dew until time for her to work -- she appeared far less tired than she had the previous couple days.
I turned the CD player off around 10:15 & trekked on over to the Invisible Library for the LAC meeting. Somebody from Electric City drove all the way up here to do a presentation. My only comments were on the Larry King-thing, suicide, depression, medication &c; & the need for mental health facilities at the college & university level -- basically, I just told them how bad Big Ron Burnout had screwed me, how Mary Lisa Pryne used me, took advantage of my feelings to cheat, then dumped me as soon as she had her grade; suicide, painless, the only surviving route of action.
I met Ed after the meeting. He had come for some other meeting a week early. I bought him a Mr. Fruity at El Taco Loco, where I had the taco & fries combo. (Is this authentic Mexican?) We visited for quite awhile, & he did say he could do Trish's job sometime in September. Thankfully.
I returned to an answering machine full of messages: Car-girl felt better; wanted to pick me up for the afternoon. We drove over to the Invisible Pizza Hut, where Car-girl had a salad & me my usual Mr. Fruity. Since I had the house tax-refund papers in my pocket, I solicited Car-girl's assistance in filling them out, then we ran over to Shaver Insurance for a stamp & the PO to mail the form. Car-girl took me to the Bear Creek Drive-In for a Diet Mountain Dew with lemon, then drove partway toward the Iron Claw Mountains, stopping at the Cat's Foot Hills.
We returned to Pizza Hut in time to pick up Trish in order to get me up to the Clinic for my pre-op on the foot surgery. Everything is fine, but they simply have to set a time; we already know the date.
Once home, I played around with the Internet a bit, cooked dinner with Trish's assistance -- generic Chicken Helper; she had to read the box for me. Once we'd finished that, she stayed upstairs to do the dishes while I went down in the basement to watch the idiot box.
Right when I got down there, Hope called. She's always fun to talk with, & promised to call back after the surgery.
I sent Trish off to bed early, 'cause of her trazadone, but woke up early, again.
The bedroom is cold (a/c), but there is no taste in my mouth as desperation has never taken hold -- I have a beautiful Bumble Bee Girl. Will have to kick out the K. Fantasy again, but if I don't, I may lose both.
I need to go read the new issue of Science News online. As an insane science fiction author I find it inspiring -- though no Critters yet have commented on "Galaxies Controlling Fate". Perhaps they thought it's Trek-tech, like Baen's Universe maintained. I hate it when you get these clods who don't know science editing these magazines. They're closed to submissions in September, anyway.
So I guess today, following a nap, I'll be working on my noise-filtering Analog-ies. With a 2-week period of time between submissions, I'll be able to polish my story, then return to work on Noc-Lar. I hope to be able to move on to other projects soon. I did propose a revamped "Trinities" to Ted, but he sounds over-eager to work from out of books of "rules for writers", & just generate a rough draft he'll deny my input on; i.e., destroy the concept the way he did QA & TC. If we're doing this thing at all, it has to be my way. If he does jump the gun & turn in something awful, I'm pulling the plug, especially since his SF seems to have gone downhill since the first drafts of "Trinities".
Love triangle... why did I create that? Got to stop using them; it gets too predictable. Only one I'll actually use is Noc-Lar.
& then I got to split because I've got no time to waste!
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