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Saturday, August 12, 2006
Dear Linn, Erin, Kirsten, Mike, Kitana and Goose,*
Come home, pumpkin.
Love,
Tavie
*Listed in the order that they moved away.
Oh yeah, and where'd you go, Matt Schneier?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:28 AM | shower me with attention
Come home, pumpkin.
Love,
Tavie
*Listed in the order that they moved away.
Oh yeah, and where'd you go, Matt Schneier?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:28 AM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
This song.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:56 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:56 PM | shower me with attention
Muh.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:53 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:53 PM | shower me with attention
Monday, August 07, 2006
Only the sickest of people checks their work email from home when they should be sleeping so they can get up and actually GO to work the next day.
This behaviour is so sick that I can't even comprehend it. My need to be staring at a computer screen for as long as possible past any point of reasonable interest is definitely a symptom of my addictive, compulsive, diseased brain. The same brain function that's supposed to tell me I'm full in terms of food also won't tell me when I'm full in terms of internet. How do I get this brain mechanism back? It's making me so very fat and so very blind and so very unable to sleep.
Stupid, stupid girl.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:37 PM | shower me with attention
This behaviour is so sick that I can't even comprehend it. My need to be staring at a computer screen for as long as possible past any point of reasonable interest is definitely a symptom of my addictive, compulsive, diseased brain. The same brain function that's supposed to tell me I'm full in terms of food also won't tell me when I'm full in terms of internet. How do I get this brain mechanism back? It's making me so very fat and so very blind and so very unable to sleep.
Stupid, stupid girl.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:37 PM | shower me with attention
Well, that's it. Trip's over. Kirsten's in Connecticut 'til Thursday and she goes home early Saturday. All the Williamsburg photos are up now. I was all obsessed with my camera this trip. Maybe less-than-secretly obsessed with capturing every sisterly moment, for who knows when the next ones will be...
The rest of the trip in words: We returned to the hotel for a swim; missed our reservations at Campbell's because we were too ditzy to double-check the time; brought a pizza back to our hotel room and watched 1776 on Kirsten's computer until we fell asleep.
The train ride home was interminable; what's 6 hours by car is 8 hours by train, and because of power restrictions due to the heat wave, we traveled at reduced speed and arrive in 10 hours. No legrests, remember. And all I ate all day was variations of sugar. It was idiotic.
But, jiggety-jog. Now I get to try to fall asleep because there's work tomorrow. Stupid sugar, what was I thinking?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:58 PM | shower me with attention
The rest of the trip in words: We returned to the hotel for a swim; missed our reservations at Campbell's because we were too ditzy to double-check the time; brought a pizza back to our hotel room and watched 1776 on Kirsten's computer until we fell asleep.
The train ride home was interminable; what's 6 hours by car is 8 hours by train, and because of power restrictions due to the heat wave, we traveled at reduced speed and arrive in 10 hours. No legrests, remember. And all I ate all day was variations of sugar. It was idiotic.
But, jiggety-jog. Now I get to try to fall asleep because there's work tomorrow. Stupid sugar, what was I thinking?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:58 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, August 06, 2006
No, don't hurt him! He didn't mean it!!!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:39 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:39 PM | shower me with attention
