there will always be Hope...
...in some vast afterlife void, there will be Hope.
...in realms of the human unconscious, there will be Hope.
...in Helena, there will be Hope, transcending spiritually whatever sects she's in.
...talked with her last night (phone card) while Trish finished drying her uniform & shirts. Good news: Cheri is retiring. This person has had an insidious influence on the Perky Pam Layout for over 10 years, a situation difficult to deal with while chewing CHEW-Z. & Eldritch Palmer is 120 miles away, in Electric City.
Yes, we have a new dryer. On sale at Sears. However, Trish also bought a cheap vacuum cleaner, & while reading the instruction manual discovered it contains (W.C.) Lead (Leadbeater), a poison for which their solution is "wash your hands".
I told her, "We're taking it back." No need for a dangerous machine, when a user-friendly one can be had for a few extra buckadingdongs.
I also had Trish buy a book of taxi tickets. Rain, rain, rain; getting high (well, I wish). Winter is unger-funging, as my mother used to say, & we had to crank Toastie Bear last night. Albeit it's supposed to warm up tomorrow & for the week, but one day to be spent in the City of Electric Light, trying to get a 'script for trazadone out of Doc Larocque. World's greatest non-sleeping pill sleeping pill. Woke up at 4:30 this morning, left bed around 5:00, didn't take my meds until 6:00, so I wouldn't get wired from the Abilify, which that idiot I Ron Steele is probably doing "some important legal work" to remove it from the market, as we all know the only way to treat the mentally ill is Hotels Gonzo where people are warehoused indefinitely, without even symptomatic treatment.
Stupid asshole. You meet a lot of strange people in Critters, & in his case, he can't even proofread for typos. Won't be around long. Probably gave up.
Now, if I could just insult Andromeda Spaceways for their note about my "truly atrociously bad science", coming from a Bozo who knows only what he can garner from comic books.
& where the hell was Bingle when we needed him last Saturday? Today, he'll no doubt be in Pizza Hut, fleeing the rain/snow.
...in realms of the human unconscious, there will be Hope.
...in Helena, there will be Hope, transcending spiritually whatever sects she's in.
...talked with her last night (phone card) while Trish finished drying her uniform & shirts. Good news: Cheri is retiring. This person has had an insidious influence on the Perky Pam Layout for over 10 years, a situation difficult to deal with while chewing CHEW-Z. & Eldritch Palmer is 120 miles away, in Electric City.
Yes, we have a new dryer. On sale at Sears. However, Trish also bought a cheap vacuum cleaner, & while reading the instruction manual discovered it contains (W.C.) Lead (Leadbeater), a poison for which their solution is "wash your hands".
I told her, "We're taking it back." No need for a dangerous machine, when a user-friendly one can be had for a few extra buckadingdongs.
I also had Trish buy a book of taxi tickets. Rain, rain, rain; getting high (well, I wish). Winter is unger-funging, as my mother used to say, & we had to crank Toastie Bear last night. Albeit it's supposed to warm up tomorrow & for the week, but one day to be spent in the City of Electric Light, trying to get a 'script for trazadone out of Doc Larocque. World's greatest non-sleeping pill sleeping pill. Woke up at 4:30 this morning, left bed around 5:00, didn't take my meds until 6:00, so I wouldn't get wired from the Abilify, which that idiot I Ron Steele is probably doing "some important legal work" to remove it from the market, as we all know the only way to treat the mentally ill is Hotels Gonzo where people are warehoused indefinitely, without even symptomatic treatment.
Stupid asshole. You meet a lot of strange people in Critters, & in his case, he can't even proofread for typos. Won't be around long. Probably gave up.
Now, if I could just insult Andromeda Spaceways for their note about my "truly atrociously bad science", coming from a Bozo who knows only what he can garner from comic books.
& where the hell was Bingle when we needed him last Saturday? Today, he'll no doubt be in Pizza Hut, fleeing the rain/snow.
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