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I had a small sum of money that is for me a large sum of money. It's the result of my student aid, which is pathetically small and would barely cover half of my books for any given semester, but seeing as I'm not taking that Latin class, the money is mine.

Having any money for the first time in ages yesterday, I bought lunch, and bought people pastries, and most excitingly, bought myself a book on one of those tables of used books that line Broadway up near Columbia. I wasn't going to buy anything, but I was looking at this big heavy collection of Frank Rich's theatre reviews from the NYT. Original price $40; sticker price $10. Wouldn't have occurred to me to buy it but had the guy not said, "The Frank Rich? You can have for seven." So I bought it. And I spent half of last night up reading it. Who knew that theatre reviews would be so compelling?

I disagree with more than half of his opinions, incidentally, but I admire his writing and I'm such a damned Broadway nerd.

I should this moment be writing that essay that I have to memorize for the final tomorrow, or studying Latin for the final tomorrow, but I think I'll get some coffee and read some more theatre reviews of the 1980's.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:52 PM | shower me with attention