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Friday, November 09, 2001
Tilly came through for me, the darling. It should really be called "Tilly's Online Shrine to Dave Foley". I'm totally capitalizing on her good work. God, this move is turning into a pain in the ass. My Knight in Shining Armour is helping me fix my directory problems so my KITH shots will be visible once more. He's been my guiding light, my source of technical wisdom, and my comforting presence throughout this wholly self-inflicted trial.

Tonight, tonight, tonight! Gina, me, my mom, a car, a bunch of CDs, a road, an Emerald City and a Wizard in the distance and the glittering spectre of a Good Witch to guide our journey... this is going to be the fastest trip to Toronto ever. We'll get there in one of the ungodly a.m.'s-- 4 or 5-- tonight, and leave Sunday morning or early afternoon. But Saturday is all about looooove, baby-- Mark love, that is. We're going to see his play, "Fully Committed", along with Toronto Steph and my friend Tommy, from school. (He's the Canadophile/KITH freak I met in sociology class last term. He's flying up for the weekend.)

I had to take my backpack to work today, and I suffered a critical lack in judgement, I think, by packing Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, for the book alone exceeds the cumulative weight of the clothes and toiletries also crammed into its straining canvas bounds. I'd better remember to buy Dramamine-- what an unholy irony it would be for me to have packed this monstrous tome only to be unable to read it in the car? (To read in a car without Dramamine is to ascend the throneship of the Kingdom of Quease.)

I'm terribly pleased about this trip. One of the most pleasing aspects, to me, is the fact of my mom coming. We had such a great time in Disney World together last July. It stuns me to think that just a few years ago, the only reason my mom would come on a weekend trip would be because I'd be too anxious to go somewhere without her. Overnight plus far away plus no mom equalled unthinkable. Not so now. Now she's coming because she's such a big Mark McKinney (and Toroonto and weekend getaway) fan that the thought of missing this play is the unthinkable factor. Terribly pleasing.