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Ha, I just misread "flight to Amsterdam with Mater" two posts down as "flight to Amsterdam with Master". As if that were a typo and I'm in some sort of S&M relationship with a Dutchman...

It's funny when the misreadings are so much more interesting than my actual life. Somewhere in the world, a Submissive is probably taking a flight to Europe with her Dominant, but, sadly, in my universe, a Latin-speaking nerd is going on a trip with her dear old Mom.

Goodnightevrabuddy! I'll bring back cheese!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:17 PM | shower me with attention

I love Dave Foley.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:15 PM | shower me with attention

My clothes have been baggy for awhile, but today they were officially Too Big To Wear. Specifically, I had to walk around all day clutching my swishy black work pants (distinct from my non-swishy black work pants) to keep them from falling down every time I stood up.

Yeah, man.

Yeah.

Tomorrow: 6:30 p.m. flight to Amsterdam with Mater. We've been snippy; let us pray we shall not kill one another.

I am bringing a single tote bag, and just my purse as carry-on. I shudder to think of how my mom's overpacked. I'll find out tomorrow, I guess. I hope she realizes that I'm not a workhorse, like my dad, and won't be carrying her things for her. That's why I packed light. I like to be hands-free.

I ~~swiped~~ borrowed High Fidelity from the reading room at work and am hesitantly bringing The Talented Mr Ripley as backup reading. I'm not thrilled with either choice, but HF seems pretty engaging so far. I hate to go on a trip with so little in the reading department, and no crossword puzzles, either. That's why I'm bringing the Benadryl: ZZZZZZZZZZZ...

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:13 PM | shower me with attention

THERE ARE 12,000 BOOKS IN THIS APARTMENT AND THERE IS NOTHING TO READ

NOTHING TO READ

NOTHING

TO

READ!!!

HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?!?!?!?!?!???

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:19 AM | shower me with attention

Monday, November 08, 2004

I am a wicked, bad girl. I left before Latin was halfway finished because I was falling asleep and afraid she would call upon me to translate. I just gathered up my things and left. Wicked, naughty, bad me.

I am concerned because, mea libra confecta, habeo nihil legere. O Woe, O Discordia... I can't go on a trip without something to read!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:10 PM | shower me with attention

It's over, the last book is read, the Quest for the Tower is done, say thankya, say sorry, say, it's after midnight and I should sleep...

But I've been with this series for five years and some people have been with it for as long as 34 years, and I am very sorry to see it go, say true.

Now I just need some people to finish reading the rest of the series so we can palaver about it, do ye ken?

Bah. Goodnightevrabuddy.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:25 AM | shower me with attention

Sunday, November 07, 2004

Oh, you know, I'm really into screwing myself over. That's why, after weeks and weeks, I still haven't called any new doctor to make an appointment with the goal of getting a new prescription for the antidepressants that I require to survive. Those antidepressants that I've been on since I was a teenager, the only ones that have ever worked well. Those antidepressants that make me horribly sick and miserable if I miss a single dose (a by-now well-known side effect that has spawned class-action lawsuits, I believe.)

But I'm so into screwing myself over that I let my last emergency prescription dwindle to nothing, and had to miss today's dose so I'll have the last dose to make it through tomorrow. Luckily, my mother and I are on the same medication, and she's got an appointment with her doc tomorrow to get a new prescription.

So I've spent a terribly wasted day feeling wasted. I got a third of my Latin done and I can't stand to do any more. I can't even stand to stand up. I've been screaming at everyone and bursting into tears at the slightest frustration. From one missed dose.

Shit, I hate this stuff.

Tomorrow I've decided, if I do nothing else, I will call my mother's psychiatrist and try to make myself an appointment with her. That doesn't interfere with school, work or my trip to Amsterdam next week.

Shit. I'm so happy.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:04 PM | shower me with attention

Woah Nelly, I have some heinous breath right now.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:04 AM | shower me with attention