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Oh, yes. Because I foolishly allowed my mother to pack for me (out of laziness, busy-ness, exhaustion and apathy), I am stuck here with quite a few clothes that are virtually unwearable outside of the confines of this hotel room. Consequently, today I had to wear an old Bruce-McCulloch-as-Grivo-from-"Brain Candy"-tee-shirt that I have formerly worn while engaging in such activities as cleaning out refrigerators. I fully expected that anyone I might meet in the Vacation Kingdom would gloss over it, assuming it was a real rock-show tee shirt picturing an obscure musician. Imagine my surprise when Erica and I today encountered, in a strangely depressing movie memorabilia store in Disney-MGM Studios heavily stocked with old dresses once worn by soap-opera stars, a pleasant middle-aged man with a Disney Cast Member Nametag who pointed at my tee shirt and exclaimed, "Hey, I remember them! I loved their show! I pinch your head, I pinch your head! I used to do that all the time-- I pinch your head!-- but the wife didn't like it. You know who I remember? The bar guy."

I stared at him for a brief, almost rude second-- shock and social awkardness taking the place of coherent thought-- and then mumbled, "Oh, they're great! Buddy Cole, yep! I love him!" I then pretended to be intently interested in a glass case containing a skirt once worn by someone on "Guiding Light".

Some days it's dark.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:45 PM | shower me with attention

Tomorrow: more EPCOT and more Magic Kingdom until you want to puke. Fuck, I love it here.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:34 PM | shower me with attention

By the by, if you've emailed me, don't be alarmed. I'm doing a lot of "keep as new", because I don't quite feel myself when replying from a laptop and I believe that my correspondents deserve the fullest me.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:33 PM | shower me with attention

Today I had a very nice tea, and learned that when I was in kindygarten my teachers thought I was slow.

Me. Slow.

I overheard my sister telling this to Steph and Erica, and had it confirmed by my mother. My kindygarten teachers thought that I, Octavia Bronwyn Phillips, was slow.

(Before they got my test scores, that is. Then I got all Charles Wallace on their ass.)

Also, Steph and Aggie fly home tonight; goodbye, laptop.

(Everyone ask Erica about the "Super Duper Reindeer Pooper". In person, if at all possible, so you can see her face as she describes it.)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:33 PM | shower me with attention

This trip is also historic in that it is the first time that I have been able to feed my internet addiction while being here. It seems somehow wrong, like an alcoholic sneaking drinks at an AA meeting. No matter how bad my internet jones has gotten, I've always been able (well, out of necessity, from not owning a laptop) to be internet-free at Disney World. No longer.

If lovin' your laptop is wrong, I don't wanna be right.

This is my 22nd trip to Disney World, and my first trip with internet. Is a new era upon us?

I am shuddering. With fear? Or lust?

G'night evra-buddy!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:38 AM | shower me with attention

Val Daniel was at your school? And you missed it? Oh, uck. UCK. Evil!

I love him. I love that I call him Val in my head as if we're good friends even though I've only spoken a few words to him in my life.
I love academic fandom. I love that Kit loves him too. He's the reason I don't hate school. Well, him via Ade.

So. Disney World is exhausting, as I realize once again that I am not a child and have not been for many years, but I am able to enjoy it as an adult. (However, I would not mind renting a child or something to take here sometime. I'd love to experience this place through a little kid.) My favourite parts are the quiet moments with my friends when it feels like it always did. I love things like knowing I don't have to go to work tomorrow, but can go see the Muppets in 3-D and ride "Escape from Ileana Douglas" instead. And, most of all, I love hottubs. Ohhhhhhhhhhh yeah. I wish I could just live in a hottub, always. But I guess I wouldn't want to get all prune-y.

My mom saw "The Royal Tenenbaums" tonight, for some reason. The living in a bathtub thing just reminded me of that. She liked it. She loved Gene Hackman especially.

Steph is still down in the pool. I think she is, perhaps, a fish?

It feels so odd that Gina is here too and yet we haven't seen each other because we're both so busy with our people, so I miss her. I'm supposed to meet her parents on Thursday, so that will be interesting.

I am tired in a very warm and satisfied way. Good night.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:34 AM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, January 22, 2002

I am Margot Tenenbaum. Who might you be?

This is so very, very untrue.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:08 AM | shower me with attention

Monday, January 21, 2002

I don't remember being this exhausted at Disney World as a child. I blame DSPS. Luckily you can buy double espressos every five feet here.

The weather is gorgeous.

Surprisingly, I really enjoy exhausting myself with brisk walks and late-night doggy-paddles in steaming swimming pools and falling down achy and sleepy into my bed at night with my girls. It's too bad I can't get this much excercise at home.

Today on line for Spaceship Earth (sadly bereft of Walter Cronkite for many years now, damn their eyes), Erica pointed out a grey hair on my head, to my glee. I marveled that Kirsten and I had stood on this same line for this same ride as three-year-old tots, and now we were on the line grey-haired. "You are grey-haired," Kirsten corrected.

Right. Anyway, it's wacky.

I'm tired and Aimee and Michael will be on Leno in a minute.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:58 PM | shower me with attention

In Disney World now. Erica's laptop rules.

Now for the Magic Kingdom. Baby.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:34 AM | shower me with attention

Sunday, January 20, 2002

Going to Disney World now. Be back on the 26th.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:14 AM | shower me with attention