ding-dong, Cheri's gone! (Trazadone be the death of me!)

Yes, that's right: the wicked witch of Invisible City is leaving the Perky Pam Layout, which has been Ruthless for ages.

Heard it this morning from Car-girl, waiting to give me a ride home from Dr. Boze. Kathee wanted me & Trish to pay in order to have our names on a plaque. Won't do it. She's maltreated the 2 of us too much, & other people worse, all the while allowing Colleen Noncorean to pull any kind of shit that she wants. At least things will be better in November.

Then I went in to see the great surgeon. Pressure's normal.

But the good news: I can go back to trazadone. Finally get the Scientology-fucking sleep that I need. Wednesday. In Electric City.