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I was a good girl. I got up at 11 am even though my sleeping schedule barely deviated from the norm, and took my dad to the eye doctor in White Plains. I gave mom relatively little grief about it. (We must break away from the perception that because I sleep at different hours than the rest of mainstream society, that I laze around in bed all day: I get as much sleep as, and sometimes less than, "normal" night-sleepers do. It's just that I can only get it during the day. Take it up with my biorhythms. It's not a personality disorder, and it's not lazy to get 6-7 hours a night if I'm lucky.)

That rant aside, I am now at school, penniless and peckish, but must stay on to do evil Latin things until almost 9.

Note to self: ruminate on newsgroup later. Things to say about that. Now: Sex & Gender. (Today: the social construction of the AIDS patient.)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:25 PM | shower me with attention