Mindstorm

A fearsome & fantastic journey to the heart of the Savage Id.

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Location: Invisible City, North Dakota, United States

Read my book, The Mind-Warp Era. It'll tell you about the real Lead--& his alter-ego, the true Rootboy covered with slime (the Savage Id). Partly a poignant memoir, partly a cosmicomic book, it relays the Id's adventures thru dark dimensions of funereal dread, with Timothy Leary as co-pilot. (The rumors of his death have been greatly exaggerated.)

Sunday, September 09, 2007

'cause when the pain pills are in my blood...

...& the blood is in my head, then I'm better off than dead -- just took an Ibuprofen & 2 of the 4-6 hour kind a few minutes ago, despairing of Trish not making breakfast for an hour; mostly, sitting with her, there's not much to "making" cereal. I just needed something in my stomach so I could take my pain pills.

I slept soundly last nite, all the way thru to 6:00; Lunesta, thank you. Before that, I had Trish stick in Battlestar Galactica 2.0, so I could watch something with my feet up in the Captain's chair. When that finished, I surfed the channels for something to watch; ended up with Thunderbirds.

Trish had to work late yesterday & came home in a bad mood, as Bridget started to complain again: "Trish, you've been here a godzillian years; how long do I have to keep training you?" In point of fact, though, a bus arrived, & then a birthday party.

I had Trish call Karen about it, to try to calm her down. I did try telling Karen that Bridget's been in anger management & is taking Xanax -- why do they give people these addictive antidepressants like Zoloft & Xanax? They ruin lives! They ruin lives! as the skinny dog said the last time I talked to her. But David insisted that "Karen knows all kinds of things about medicine;" yeah, right -- good thing they never actually removed Union Maid from the "Institution": "Institutions are evil," Karen & Dave said, when she was still trying to grab Mother's Social Security so she could abuse her while at the same time doing nothing but sitting on her skinny ass.

Once I had Trish calmed down a bit, she eventually cooked supper; leftovers. Tonite we're having No-Bake.

Since my wife wanted to use the computer for a bit, during the Poke'mon movie, I switched the machine on -- error message, I'd screwed up my backup the other day; redid that, then wrote a couple emails. What's-her-name seemed friendly, as I'd apologized for being Cranky Bear with her. "Buffalo" Bob also wrote, saying he was glad the surgery went well, what about the blood pressure? Yes, I'm taking something for that.

Now, it's time to finish my essay, as it's full of good ideas, no matter what Chris Cooper has to say about my writing -- "meaningless words," my ass! I'm thinking of sending him some kind of flaming boast, to include everything positive that's ever been said about my writing -- & this is much more than "it's pretty good". I think this sort of thing happens in Critters because there's no way to filter out the dildos, other than just letting them happen & then kicking them out of the group. If Seroquel had a deleterious effect on my creativity, then I'll be glad to see what Lunesta does. If it's an incipient depression, perhaps some antidepressants (they ruin lives!) could be prescribed. I may need to start over, with the same idea, am thinking of beginning with the alien POV, though I disagree with Mark that you need "A protag." & cannot write about "SOME protag.s". Might imitate "Circular Ruins"; indeed, ripping off Borges was the original idea of QA, not a cop-show out of 50 Rules for Writing Detective Novels. I'd rather leave "Trinities" unfinished than to force it (a square peg) into such an ignoble round hole.

BTW, Trish turned on Toastie Bear last nite. It's getting to be about that kind of weather again. It supposedly will warm up to high-70s/low-80s for a couple days, but then...

...Kool.

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