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I don't know how, but somehow my magical summer of fun has turned into the worst summer since the summer of '90. I don't know how that happened but all of a sudden a bunch of stuff that I thought would be there forever was gone.

Christmas is going to suck holy hellfire this year. It's going to be awful. I had a dream about it last night. It was awful.

Things that should seem happy, like younger friends embarking on exciting new phases of their lives, now seem like more notches on the Latrine Wall of Stuff That I've Lost This Summer.

There is one happy thing I can think to post, and that is the fact that M*A*S*H is on eight times a day. Eight is my lucky number. I have actually been spending my time lately reading message boards of other people talking about a show that hasn't made new episodes since I was in preschool. The show is on in the afternoon from 3-5 on FX, and then from 1-2 am and 4-5 am on FOX. And believe me when I say I've been catching all of the episodes lately.

Not for long now; school starts Tuesday. A blessing.

Still no job, but I haven't been terribly aggressive in my search. Not terribly. I am 99% lazy, after all.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:20 AM | shower me with attention