The City of Electric Light: tomorrow

Monday, Trish's last day off before the dire & dread 1/2-price day (& the dread grease trap Thursday), all we did (pretty much) was to sit around & watch DVDs. No point in watching TV. Super-dildo hasn't fixed the sound yet. At least we do have Skiffy.

I'd hate to lose all that bad media genre junk, & no, Chris "comic book" Cooper, I actually do have a degree, whereas your fantasy is Captain Trucker. I guess. But I just don't know.

Car-girl picked me up in the morning, about the time the bonus tracks started on Dylanesque. We went to the Invisible Wal-Mart for compact fluorescent tubes. Last 5 years. Costs 10 buckadingdongs for 6. Saves money.

Trish screwed 'em in. Work fine.

We had sketti-o's for lunch, following which I went out & bought some name-brand decaf, not the usual generic junk Albertson's we usually get.

When we both got hungry, we ordered a pizza. Pepperoni (Trish hates it) & green peppers on my 1/2; green peppers & onions for her.

Fell asleep in front of the tube last night. Woke up at 4:20. Am in the early stages of a cold.

Dawn must be resurrected from the dead! (Does she give BJ?)