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Whoo, I'm pooped. It's perfectly normal due to recent changes in my eating habits, but my sleeping schedule is not good at all. Not at all. 9 am to 4 or 5 pm. If I was smart I'd keep pushing it, doing chronotherapy, an hour later each day until I was nodding off at a normal time. But I have friends coming into town and trips to Disney World coming up, so it will have to be the short-sharp-shock method. At some point.

Santa finally came! My Christmas presents are here-- most of them-- from Amazon's tinkling sleigh as it glided over Roosevelt Island tonight, dropping presents into the laps of the patient boys and girls who received computer print-outs on Christmas morn. I am in an ecstasy of DVDs, CDs and books. Santa Joan is a generous goddess of giving.

Oh, my fall semester grades are all in, and it may be safely said that I am, how you say, da bomb. All that sweating and bitching paid off. Even in Latin.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:43 AM | shower me with attention