Mr. 420 rises from the dead...

...& the sky wept blood; sweat & tears expressed on the part of the Machine...

OK, the last time I tried to use Blogger, I got a message about "switching to the new blogger." Mostly, it just meant reading, entering my info, more reading, more entering, &c, &c.

Much of Sunday, we spent at home, watching a lot of old music DVDs while Trish did a lot of chores. Meanwhile, in the medicine chest, I only had enough Abilify to last Saturday morning, so it'll have been 2 brecchies now, without it.

& if some crazy Scientologist argues with that, Fuck Scientology!

Since I have to see Joe today anyway, so I'll ask him what is happening without it. & give him Dylanesque...

After watching some really Ferry stuff the other day, I decided to simply give Joe, a really big Dylan fan, the original & reorder it.

I did sleep OK last night, save for wide awake time between 4:2o & 5:00. I then conked out until the phone went off. I dialed *69, & got some kind of long distance call: very long number, possibly Joey.

I retire now from my acid day dreams. Tomorrow, I return to Dawn. I want to be ready.