The laptop keeps overheating. It is becoming a real problem.
Doc told me last night that he hasn't talked to B (who still has both scooters) for two weeks. He heard from him once, when B texted, asking of Doc knew where he could find some "snow". Let me say right here, unequivocally that Doc and I are not, NOT, drug dealers. B, who has known us for four years, knows this bloody well. And to ask is just another insult. Doc didn't even answer him. So we have no idea the status of the scooters, and I can't even, anymore.
Doc has to pick up another script for me, and this time it's Seroquel, and I CAN'T run out of those. But he has no transportation during the day. The buses out here are scarce, unless you just want to travel down Tropicana to the Strip. Those come every 20 minutes.
Oh, see, now we're back to Fabulous Disaster's "Rich Bitches in Volvos". Love this song. And apparently I did not delete "Baby Elephant Walk" from the play list. It's a fave.
Chewy is too hot outside, but too proud to come in as long as a cat is out there. And Vader and Teeny are out there, so he is. I can't walk him because the pavement is too hot and will burn his wittle paws. This is the time we switch over to morning walks. The time of sunset walks has passed for the season.
I heard more evidence regarding the prior state of mind of the Germanwings co-pilot today, and must amend my story. It looks like there was a mental health issue there. Pity. I mean, that just sucks. All that death. Because of one unhealthy mind. Allegedly. Piss on it.
I'm thinking of making t-shirts that say, "I'm psychotic and have a Zero Kill Rate". How do you think those would go over with the advocacy crowd? The anti-stigma bunch? I would proudly wear it. Now, this, I will tweet. There, tweeted and hashtagged all to hell. No one will respond to it, but a lot of people will read it.
Doc is up. I'm keeping custody of the computer for a while more. He can suck it. Ha! The minute I get up to smoke or go to the bathroom or go to take my Xanax, this machine will be his for the rest of the damn night. I may as well not fight it. Abba is playing, this is a good time to sign off. Too late, I'll have this in my head all nigt.