personality disorder n.o.s.
Most of what happened yesterday -- coffee/music after breakfast; lunch: soup kitchen, multiple corn cobs (Trish gave me hers 'cause of her dentures); grocery shopping after I'd done about an hour of work on the Hog -- pales in significance to Trish's new diagnosis: in addition to everything else, she has N.O.S..
Of this, I know nothing. I'm barely even literate in personality disorders in general.
Charlene Upstairs gave her the diagnosis after we ate & took some money out of Iron Claw. I stuck my head into the Layout -- Cheri playing cards with her little clique -- & right back out the door, because I can't stand Cheri & there's no one else there for me to talk to, without talking down to them. Instead, writing the Marvelous Comix seems more appropriate.
I used my 2nd to the last Viagra last night. I still had problems, partially from the meds/diabetes, but largely because Trish kept getting angry/jealous over my fantasies, when prior to that, she joined in eagerly.
What is to become of the K. Fantasy? That remains to be seen. She has to come home from Oreo-gon, & until then... I guess that I just don't know!
Of this, I know nothing. I'm barely even literate in personality disorders in general.
Charlene Upstairs gave her the diagnosis after we ate & took some money out of Iron Claw. I stuck my head into the Layout -- Cheri playing cards with her little clique -- & right back out the door, because I can't stand Cheri & there's no one else there for me to talk to, without talking down to them. Instead, writing the Marvelous Comix seems more appropriate.
I used my 2nd to the last Viagra last night. I still had problems, partially from the meds/diabetes, but largely because Trish kept getting angry/jealous over my fantasies, when prior to that, she joined in eagerly.
What is to become of the K. Fantasy? That remains to be seen. She has to come home from Oreo-gon, & until then... I guess that I just don't know!
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