After eating breakfast at Denny’s with Gloria, the Chinese woman who was born and raised in the Philippines and who can speak full Tagalog, Dad and I are waiting to pick-up Mom’s medication.
The three of us attended morning mass at 0700. As soon as we arrived and picked-up three palm branches from the white wicker baskets on the vestibule table, I spotted Loca Lolita, who was getting her palms, too.
She was wearing a black outfit as if ready for work. She went inside, got the weekly bulletin, as we stood glaring at her at arms length away. When she walked away, we followed close by. She turned her head to the right to look at us and proceeded to seat herself in the fourth pew, up front, on the side aisle, near the choir box, which I refuse to attend later on as scheduled.
I’ve learned from Mom, as per her phone conversation last night with Luz, the sister of Loca Lolita, that the wife of Mayor Estevez (Milpitas, CA) is “counseling” that demoniac in the hopes of repentance of sins.
The Mayor was the Liturgy Minister for this morning’s mass. He usually does the 0700 time slot, by the way. I think he and his wife and/or Loca Lolita will hang out together. I don’t know. It’s none of my business.
After mass, Father Mark celebrated mass and asked how Mom was doing. Mom told the priest that he should be careful of parishioners who can and will take advantage.
I’ve made a good deposit at the toilet of the pharmacy. The natural deposits that flowed well is dubbed as “anaconda” because of the resulting one solid length, meaning I’ve eaten too much foodstuff!
So it’s 1008 and we’re home. I’m feeling sleepy because my sleep is not that great, thanks to stress at work and at the home front. I don’t think prayers, or exorcisms, or medications will help stupid/crazy people. Once it’s in there, that is permanent. Sorry, that’s the Truth.
Tomorrow, I’m supposed to contact the assigned customers by Madam Cherie COO so she could forward our status to Jeff in marketing. I’m also supposed to provide a list of unauthorized discounts paid by the McK account. I’m also supposed to invoice another account. But I can’t! It’s too much! It’s freaking crazy. Thanks to ObamaCare, the few workers are forced to double-up their efforts! I’m not sure what it’s really their priorities.
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