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I decided today that I have to go to Disney World, and SOON.

It came on while I was watching that cartoon on ABC with Nathan Lane as the little blue dog who pretends to be a boy so he can go to school. It reminded me that the only other time I'd seen that cartoon was in Disney World last fall. I was seized with intense nostalgia and longing and knew I must somehow get to Disney World as soon as possible. Mom's planning to go in January, but that is way too far off. I remembered once when the idea to go had come upon us quite suddenly and we'd ended up going a week later. It was exciting because it was so last-minute, spur-of-the-moment. I issued myself a challenge: to convince Mom that we needed to go to Disney World immediately. I was so excited I got dressed and everything, and went into her bedroom and woke her up and said, "We need to go to Disney World, right away."

Most mothers would roll over and go to sleep. Mine is not most mothers.

I'll now shorten the story by saying: I found excellent airfares, and if we can wrangle Vacation Club reservations over the phone on Monday, my mother and I may be going to Disney World in 2 weeks (directly before my Montreal trip; in fact, I would go straight from one airplane to another, without going home first).

The fact that this is even a possibility fills me with a wild euphoria. We went out to breakfast, where I did my hard convincing, and then the two of us went to the 5th avenue Disney Store to buy The Three Cabelleros (and an action figure of Milo Thatch from Atlantis, who, think of me what you will I don't care, is a hunky frickin' cartoon character if I ever saw one.) It rained hard and we walked through the rain with our spoils and talked excitedly of our plans.

I am now tired and happy and wrapped in a robe. I only regret that I am too tired to think about going to Mint Manor; I hope she can accomodate me tomorrow...

I'M GOING TO DISNEY WORLD!

I knew I could do this; I can do anything.

(Hm. Yesterday I couldn't get out of bed. Should this swing from depression to euphoria be cause for alarm?)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:08 PM | shower me with attention

I have got to get out of here. I have GOT to get OUT of here. I HAVE GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE.

SIX DAYS IS TOO MUCH

Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:23 AM | shower me with attention

Friday, June 22, 2001

The day before yesterday, for some reason, before my mother got up for work and before I went to bed for the day, I climbed into bed with her and bombarded her with questions about her mother, who died in February of 1990 when I was ten. It was pretty sad but we ended up laughing, you know, one of those kind of conversations. One of my strongest memories of my grandma was watching "All in the Family" in the old house in Brooklyn, back when she still lived with us before she went to the nursing home that killed her by putting in a feeding tube wrong because she wouldn't eat because of her manic depressive disorder. She and I used to watch "All in the Family" together, and I guess maybe that's related to why I've always found "All in the Family" sort of a sad show; it just reminds me of some of the more depressing elements of Brooklyn when I was young. I imagine our old Brooklyn neighbourhood was not very different from the Queens setting of that show.

Anyway, it's sad that Carroll O'Conner died yesterday. And a funny coincidence that he died just after I was inexplicably plagued with thoughts of someone whom I'd always somehow sort of associated with him.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:00 AM | shower me with attention

Thursday, June 21, 2001

However many hours you thought it was possible for a person to sleep, the actual number is much, much higher.

'Night!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:19 PM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, June 20, 2001

I haven't brushed my hair since Sunday.

You don't know my hair, but trust me, that is very very bad.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:17 PM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, June 19, 2001

I am.

I want nothing but to sleep. That is all I do. I wake up groggy and nauseous from lack of medication, take medication, eat a lot of crap, and sleep some more.

I dreamed that my mom had Scott committed to a mental institution. I went to visit him there, and Bellini was there visiting him. They were planning a show together. Scott snubbed me. Probably because my mother had had him committed. (She was very sorry.)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:55 PM | shower me with attention

Monday, June 18, 2001

I'm having serious Mark issues today. It's all about McKinney. It's McKinneriffic. It's to be expected with all this reading of Impro for Storytellers. Oh, my poor heart suffers from lack of Marksposure. I just spent something like 45 minutes posting an old Prodigy Mark Q-and-A to the newsgroup, and still I am not satisfied. And it is sad, because Mark fandom is the most satisfying thing in the world. And I am very selfish indeed. I've gotten more Mark than any peasant like myself has any right to get. Mark has rapped to me, kissed me, hammed it up for me, been polite to my mom, showed me his thighs, bought me a drink, offered to teach me how to smoke, dragged me into a green room, introduced me to his best friend, called me smart, joked with me, teased me, included me in a public Q-and-A session, waved to me from onstage, asked for my opinion, offered me chocolate, told me I should go into journalism, done a cheerleading routine for me, made me happy. And still I want more? Still?

Fuck, I don't know, I should just go watch some tapes and be happy. But that reminiscing just now sure put me in a good mood. Scooby-Scooby Mark, where are you?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:16 AM | shower me with attention

Sunday, June 17, 2001

Well! Well! Sputter! I say to my mom, "Mom, guess that Tavie means!"

Kirsten AND Mom say at the same time, "Twin!"

(Accusingly) "You've been reading my blog!"

Mom: "Kirsten reads it. She told me yesterday."

Kirsten: "Don't publish it on the web if you don't want me to read it!"

(Sputter, sputter) "Well, it's Scottish! It means twin!"

Mom, "I know that. Why do you think I called you--"

What follows is the Great Embarrassing Revelation of my Baby Nickname:

Kirsten and Mom, together: "--Tavis McBabis the Babe of McBabis?"

Kirsten should laugh. HER Baby Nickname was "Kirstoney Baloney".

HAHAHAHAHA. At least I was the head of a Scottish clan. She was a piece of lunchmeat.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:14 AM | shower me with attention

And we may never meet again
So shed your skin and let's get started
and you will thro-o-o-o-ow your arms around me...

This is the best song, the very best song. Me likey the Neil Finn.

Kirsten is making us late for the time-honoured Father's Day traditions of Chinese food and Disney cartoons. Mom is in a tizzy. Dad is sweetly oblivious in front of his typewriter. And me? Me and Neil and that other Finn boy and Jules are a-singin'.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:05 AM | shower me with attention