Ruthie & the Velvet CDs
Not to mention Owen & the Phish: yesterday morning, HRDC installed some winter kits on the a/c windows, some more CFTs, some insulation on the hot water pipes leading from the tank, & attempted to install a new water saver on the sink: problem is, it wouldn't fit, but when Trish wanted to do dishes last night, the faucet leaked; I think Owen forgot to install the gasket. I tried to tell Trish we could repair it ourselves, given a pliers, but she insisted only Fred could do it. So Fred is coming over later this morning to do it.
Then there was Ruthie. My Velvet Underground CDs caught her eye, so I offered to burn them for her.
--I'm from Missoula.
--I'll burn them for you. Give me your address.
--Thank you! the note on the envelope said.
We also discussed writing SF. She claimed she doesn't have the scientific acumen, but... ever hear of Asimov's &/or F&SF? She was also very interested on DoP, but still felt at a loss engaging tachyon critters.
Hope maybe to see her again at MisCon. Bill Warren, too, assuming he's not mad at me... for some reason, he hasn't been answering his email. Could it be from the Invisible Hog?
I napped a little when they left: trazadone working a little too well, so last night I took one, but did wake up at 2:00.
After I woke up a little, I went over to Western Drug, but Dominique said she couldn't chop up Trish's Klonopin without a note from Doc Larocque. I phoned down to Jackie after I returned from Albertson's. The trazadone made it very difficult to walk that far. Almost keeled over a couple times.
Rested some, started typewriter torment, then got a call from Jackie. Finished the scene I'd been working on, then walked over to the drugstore to have the pills chopped.
Trish came home, worried that she was going to lose her job, over not-being fast enough. If they were going to do that, they would've done that years ago.
Burritos for supper; quesadillas for bedtime snack. We watched Skiffy for awhile, but right in the middle of Bionic Woman Keith called, over Bonnie going to Missoula over no specific reason, & why does she oversleep the way she does?
Put in the tape to record Flash (savior of the Universe), then took a single trazadone.
When I got out of bed this morning, I had to relight the pilot on our floor heater. Hope it's not starting to bust. Owen had the grating off briefly, to see if it used filters. Don't want to tell Trish this; it'll make her paranoid -- but if it's busted, HRDC will buy a new one, or fix it for free.
& so it goes.
BTW, the new dose of Diovan really works: 130/75, on the average.
I slept. I did not dream. I overslept a little, as usually I'm up at 6:00. Will take 2 tonight. Looking forward to typewriter towment; Roxy's into BDSM, just something inserted to create some characterization & screw BJ Thrower. Worthless minor author, anyway. Even a minor author by SF standards. & "Beyond God & Sisyphus" is totally beyond Nina Kiriki Hoffman, no matter what she has to say about it.
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Then there was Ruthie. My Velvet Underground CDs caught her eye, so I offered to burn them for her.
--I'm from Missoula.
--I'll burn them for you. Give me your address.
--Thank you! the note on the envelope said.
We also discussed writing SF. She claimed she doesn't have the scientific acumen, but... ever hear of Asimov's &/or F&SF? She was also very interested on DoP, but still felt at a loss engaging tachyon critters.
Hope maybe to see her again at MisCon. Bill Warren, too, assuming he's not mad at me... for some reason, he hasn't been answering his email. Could it be from the Invisible Hog?
I napped a little when they left: trazadone working a little too well, so last night I took one, but did wake up at 2:00.
After I woke up a little, I went over to Western Drug, but Dominique said she couldn't chop up Trish's Klonopin without a note from Doc Larocque. I phoned down to Jackie after I returned from Albertson's. The trazadone made it very difficult to walk that far. Almost keeled over a couple times.
Rested some, started typewriter torment, then got a call from Jackie. Finished the scene I'd been working on, then walked over to the drugstore to have the pills chopped.
Trish came home, worried that she was going to lose her job, over not-being fast enough. If they were going to do that, they would've done that years ago.
Burritos for supper; quesadillas for bedtime snack. We watched Skiffy for awhile, but right in the middle of Bionic Woman Keith called, over Bonnie going to Missoula over no specific reason, & why does she oversleep the way she does?
Put in the tape to record Flash (savior of the Universe), then took a single trazadone.
When I got out of bed this morning, I had to relight the pilot on our floor heater. Hope it's not starting to bust. Owen had the grating off briefly, to see if it used filters. Don't want to tell Trish this; it'll make her paranoid -- but if it's busted, HRDC will buy a new one, or fix it for free.
& so it goes.
BTW, the new dose of Diovan really works: 130/75, on the average.
I slept. I did not dream. I overslept a little, as usually I'm up at 6:00. Will take 2 tonight. Looking forward to typewriter towment; Roxy's into BDSM, just something inserted to create some characterization & screw BJ Thrower. Worthless minor author, anyway. Even a minor author by SF standards. & "Beyond God & Sisyphus" is totally beyond Nina Kiriki Hoffman, no matter what she has to say about it.
You don't believe me? Click here.
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