ed & not defied bouncy-bouncy

It had been slated to happen: Ooga-Chugga Religion. Instead, after doing laundry & dishes all day, Trish turned into Cranky Bear. Some of it occurred because of the busted connector in the dishwasher. I tried to dissuade her from making an angry call to HRDC about it, today as yesterday was a Sunday. She hit the point at which, Viagra or otherwise, I would receive no thrill from it: it's hard to make out with someone who's angry with you.

She did promise something tonight, though.

When the check for Martian Time-Slip arrives, I want to pay to ship the painting with some of it, then pick up some new toner cartridges with it. Start color-copying small paintings, to abstract them, but needing to mix in more white: pastels don't use up as much ink as monochramatic ones do.

Although I woke up at 2:00 & 4:00 last night, I fell right back to sleep, finally got up at 6:30.

& so it goes. (I am really Curt Vague-&-Nuts. I wrote Venus on the Half-Shell, but lost all the buckadingdongs in the lawsuit.)