Saturday -- typical daze...
...without U-boat, that is.
& where the hell is Philip K. Fantasy when we need him now? Resting in the afterlife, still reminiscing, regretful about his speed days.
Other than that, it was a good day, apart from me waking up at 2:00, after only taking one trazedone. I hunkered down in the comfy chair, listening to music, & kept falling asleep during it. I finally woke up long enough to take a bath, which really woke me up. Went back to work on Dawn, who has forgiveness for the sins man foisted on her. (Born & raped 365 times a year.)
Sounds a little like schizophrenic wrighting again, doesn't it?
& no, schizophrenia is not multiple personalities.
& Scientology kills! So don't fall into that particular death-trap!
I did have time to continue Dawn while Trish was at work. Other than that, Fred came by to look at the leaking faucet/hose on the dishwasher. Thing's stuck on tight, still leaks. But not enough, I think, to really run up our water bill.
Went to sleep in the Captain's chair at evening, until Keith called from Chester. Upset over Bonnie. Didn't know what to tell him, so he finally let me off the phone.
Went to bed at 9:00. Took 2 trazadone. Worked well: although I woke up several times, I always fell back to sleep.
Got up at 7:00 (late, for me), then had problems downloading my email. Someone sent me a horribly long spam, with a terribly long file attachment. No one I knew, so I deleted the thing. Possibly a virus.
Now I hafta wake up the Bumble Bee Girl. Hopefully, there will be bouncy-bouncy tonight, together. (Yes, exasperating VADIS was my biggest mistake. Had I rejected the scion of a Dragon of the Ku Klux Klan, had I kept Jocellyn, a black girl who hated VADIS, Alfalfa High never would have felt the need to get me drunk following 4 hits of acid. Could've saved me mind, my Mindstorms. Now, I reject VADIS. Completely. An awful, hateful beyatch who might've loved me once, but chickened out, fearing the reaction of her Alfalfa High. Turned the Bozo King on me with the bottle of vodka. Purely malicious.)
Damn & I'm wrighting very schizophrenic/depressive now!
& where the hell is Philip K. Fantasy when we need him now? Resting in the afterlife, still reminiscing, regretful about his speed days.
Other than that, it was a good day, apart from me waking up at 2:00, after only taking one trazedone. I hunkered down in the comfy chair, listening to music, & kept falling asleep during it. I finally woke up long enough to take a bath, which really woke me up. Went back to work on Dawn, who has forgiveness for the sins man foisted on her. (Born & raped 365 times a year.)
Sounds a little like schizophrenic wrighting again, doesn't it?
& no, schizophrenia is not multiple personalities.
& Scientology kills! So don't fall into that particular death-trap!
I did have time to continue Dawn while Trish was at work. Other than that, Fred came by to look at the leaking faucet/hose on the dishwasher. Thing's stuck on tight, still leaks. But not enough, I think, to really run up our water bill.
Went to sleep in the Captain's chair at evening, until Keith called from Chester. Upset over Bonnie. Didn't know what to tell him, so he finally let me off the phone.
Went to bed at 9:00. Took 2 trazadone. Worked well: although I woke up several times, I always fell back to sleep.
Got up at 7:00 (late, for me), then had problems downloading my email. Someone sent me a horribly long spam, with a terribly long file attachment. No one I knew, so I deleted the thing. Possibly a virus.
Now I hafta wake up the Bumble Bee Girl. Hopefully, there will be bouncy-bouncy tonight, together. (Yes, exasperating VADIS was my biggest mistake. Had I rejected the scion of a Dragon of the Ku Klux Klan, had I kept Jocellyn, a black girl who hated VADIS, Alfalfa High never would have felt the need to get me drunk following 4 hits of acid. Could've saved me mind, my Mindstorms. Now, I reject VADIS. Completely. An awful, hateful beyatch who might've loved me once, but chickened out, fearing the reaction of her Alfalfa High. Turned the Bozo King on me with the bottle of vodka. Purely malicious.)
Damn & I'm wrighting very schizophrenic/depressive now!
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