a toilet that flushes
The toilet followed eventually, after a long day of doing-nothing. Trish & I had our breakfast of pancakes, drank our coffee while listening to CDs (& the Lamb lies down on Broadway), then I took a short bath before heading out for the LAC meeting. Unfortunately, it's next week, not this week, but I did stick around long enough to be weighed & have my blood pressure measured -- gained 30 lb.s (Seroquel), will insist on meds that don't have the weight gain/diabetes side effects. Thorazine, be the death of me!
When I returned to the house, I surfed the darkened Ho (or No)'s, -- why am I doing that again? -- before calling Car-girl. We were supposed to pick up a box at the Food Bank, but they were closed; Car-girl wanted to change our appointment to 2:00 as her PMS started to kick in.
Cloak of night, you know it's Taylor Maid: Car-girl & I missed the buffet, & with it someone I hope will not become the new K. Fantasy. Kimothy is leaving for Ore-gone tomorrow, anyway, so we don't have to worry about her for awhile. Now, though, Trish is wondering if I have any Philip K. Fantasies regarding her, so I suppose I'll have to make something up. Certainly her Soft Machine is tight, & needs exacerbation of VADIS to loosen up.
But that's a different story. Once we left the Food Bank, having discovered they're closed at noon on Thursdays, I grew hungry & asked to be dropped off at the Invisible Soup Kitchen.
We were greeted by a cop. Car-girl simply let me out; had to pass a man in blue talking to a bunch of Native American kids. Don't know what went on, probably an assault or someone thoroughly descoobied making an asshole of themselves. On the way out, some woman walked up the sidewalk, saying, "You don't lock the doors on me!" Whatever her problem, I skirted around her & returned to my place.
Following which, I didn't really have a clear amount of time to install the OCR. I'd hunted around for it on the HP page. It is there. It just needs to be installed separately. Instead, I surfed Cyberia until 20 till.
I played a game of solitaire before Car-girl came. We went up to the Invisible Clinic for free samples (the Orgasm Drug), then went down to Pizza Hut. Trish felt disappointed that I'd missed Taylor. I'd certainly like a black girlfriend, but fear my desires & hungers might prove too much. Kimothy's reactions, I think, are not likely to break up the relationship, a hot chick who looks like a movie star -- it's tempting, but it's not going to happen: I love my Bumble Bee Girl.
Once we were safely ensconced in the house, the plumber called. Had to wait while Trish did her TA, following a sandwich: her lunch fell out of the bag on the way to Pizza Hut.
Craig finally made it over here around 4:00. We spent a lot of time looking around the house, but decided that the excess water on the bill may possibly have been due to the toilet. He replaced the flapper & the valve.
& the Bumble Bee entered with her new table cloth, shortly before Craig left.
I didn't feel like cooking, so we walked over to El Taco Loco & had some crazy nachos. After we walked the 1/2 block back, Trish took a bath while I did Crystal Ship. I started channel surfing; why is it that the more channels you have, the less good material you have?
Took my Ambien at bedtime, took awhile to fall asleep, mostly 'cause the pop at Pizza Hut had me wired. Woke up around 5:00, didn't get up until 6:00.
Still having anxiety about installing the ReadIris program that came with the download. Won't have much time again today: Car-girl will pick me up at 11:00 to go to the Food Bank; Fred will come over to help with Light My Fire.
& where the hell was Biggie, when we needed him last Saturday? & where are all the sportsmen who always showed you thru?
Hiding out from the government wiretaps in Ridge Farm, Il., along with the skinny dog -- maybe. I really wish we could have done something about David's mental illness before all this occurred -- or for that matter, not getting reactions like, "Sometimes, people's mail really does get opened". But why Biggie's? It makes absolutely no sense. & the situation will only be resolved if he dumps the skinny dog. She's just using him, anyway. Herbs that "have been studied in China for 6,000 years" aren't going to cure either of their mental illnesses -- or physical; David's undiagnosed diabetes could blind or kill him. I suppose he's happy now -- or will be, until the government wiretaps catch up with him.
When I returned to the house, I surfed the darkened Ho (or No)'s, -- why am I doing that again? -- before calling Car-girl. We were supposed to pick up a box at the Food Bank, but they were closed; Car-girl wanted to change our appointment to 2:00 as her PMS started to kick in.
Cloak of night, you know it's Taylor Maid: Car-girl & I missed the buffet, & with it someone I hope will not become the new K. Fantasy. Kimothy is leaving for Ore-gone tomorrow, anyway, so we don't have to worry about her for awhile. Now, though, Trish is wondering if I have any Philip K. Fantasies regarding her, so I suppose I'll have to make something up. Certainly her Soft Machine is tight, & needs exacerbation of VADIS to loosen up.
But that's a different story. Once we left the Food Bank, having discovered they're closed at noon on Thursdays, I grew hungry & asked to be dropped off at the Invisible Soup Kitchen.
We were greeted by a cop. Car-girl simply let me out; had to pass a man in blue talking to a bunch of Native American kids. Don't know what went on, probably an assault or someone thoroughly descoobied making an asshole of themselves. On the way out, some woman walked up the sidewalk, saying, "You don't lock the doors on me!" Whatever her problem, I skirted around her & returned to my place.
Following which, I didn't really have a clear amount of time to install the OCR. I'd hunted around for it on the HP page. It is there. It just needs to be installed separately. Instead, I surfed Cyberia until 20 till.
I played a game of solitaire before Car-girl came. We went up to the Invisible Clinic for free samples (the Orgasm Drug), then went down to Pizza Hut. Trish felt disappointed that I'd missed Taylor. I'd certainly like a black girlfriend, but fear my desires & hungers might prove too much. Kimothy's reactions, I think, are not likely to break up the relationship, a hot chick who looks like a movie star -- it's tempting, but it's not going to happen: I love my Bumble Bee Girl.
Once we were safely ensconced in the house, the plumber called. Had to wait while Trish did her TA, following a sandwich: her lunch fell out of the bag on the way to Pizza Hut.
Craig finally made it over here around 4:00. We spent a lot of time looking around the house, but decided that the excess water on the bill may possibly have been due to the toilet. He replaced the flapper & the valve.
& the Bumble Bee entered with her new table cloth, shortly before Craig left.
I didn't feel like cooking, so we walked over to El Taco Loco & had some crazy nachos. After we walked the 1/2 block back, Trish took a bath while I did Crystal Ship. I started channel surfing; why is it that the more channels you have, the less good material you have?
Took my Ambien at bedtime, took awhile to fall asleep, mostly 'cause the pop at Pizza Hut had me wired. Woke up around 5:00, didn't get up until 6:00.
Still having anxiety about installing the ReadIris program that came with the download. Won't have much time again today: Car-girl will pick me up at 11:00 to go to the Food Bank; Fred will come over to help with Light My Fire.
& where the hell was Biggie, when we needed him last Saturday? & where are all the sportsmen who always showed you thru?
Hiding out from the government wiretaps in Ridge Farm, Il., along with the skinny dog -- maybe. I really wish we could have done something about David's mental illness before all this occurred -- or for that matter, not getting reactions like, "Sometimes, people's mail really does get opened". But why Biggie's? It makes absolutely no sense. & the situation will only be resolved if he dumps the skinny dog. She's just using him, anyway. Herbs that "have been studied in China for 6,000 years" aren't going to cure either of their mental illnesses -- or physical; David's undiagnosed diabetes could blind or kill him. I suppose he's happy now -- or will be, until the government wiretaps catch up with him.
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