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Tavie loves weekends. Weekends are when Tavie sleeps.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:26 PM | shower me with attention

Friday, March 25, 2005

I complain about work a lot here; it's not really a very good idea. I'm pretty unhappy with someone there who's treated me unfairly and it's been a rough week because of that, but aside from that I'm very comfortable there. I do tend to omit, at least here, the fact that I genuinely love working with most of the people there, our comraderie and teamwork. And I have, no kidding, best boss ever.

Anyhow, I just hope that's clear to my coworkers.

Sigh.
Today was a long, long, longlonglong day. I was tired because of the nasty insomnia.

Had a Good Friday dinner with TJ and Mom and Kirsten-- all the women in my family-- that lasted three hours and consisted of much goodness and fondue. (The breadless, cook-your-own-meat kind for me.)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:21 PM | shower me with attention

Thursday, March 24, 2005

Added soft communication, a music-recommendation group blog project started by J-Rock's girlfriend, D.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:02 PM | shower me with attention

I'm thinking of upgrading Parade to my favourite musical of all time.

(Into the Woods has been duking it out with Hedwig for far too long.)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:23 PM | shower me with attention

Fucking work fucking sucks.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:01 AM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

On the way home tonight from dinner with Lady J (Captain Annoying's girlfriend) and Kirsten-- I owed Lady J a frozen hot chocolate or dessert-y equivalent for hurting her deep-down-inside-where-she-is-soft-like-a-woman-- specifically, for going to Rhode Island instead of the Museum of Natural History with them last Sunday), Kirsten and I rode the tram to get home, of course, and for the first time in 15 years, I was actually afraid during the ride. The wind was blowing so hard that the entire tram seemed to tilt nearly sideways several times. I had visions from several awful movies during what had always been a perfectly ordinary, usually pleasant 4-minute ride.

So that was interesting.

Stupid sleet.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:18 PM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, March 22, 2005

I think it's time to start thinking about what I want to do next.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:21 PM | shower me with attention

Monday, March 21, 2005

What a day. I had a stressful, upsetting morning at work, an endless afternoon, and I've felt sick to my stomach since about 5 pm. I hope it's not a stomach bug or anything.

In non-complaining news, I've been decorating and redecorating my room in my head. I can't believe I'll have a space of my own again.

But my kittoons. I can't stop missing them in advance. I'll get used to it, but it will be sad to sleep without a cat again.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:50 PM | shower me with attention

Today is special for two reasons:

1. According to the calendar, it is spring! As you know, there is a ritual listening to/singing of Winter's on the Wing from The Secret Garden to herald in the coming of spring. Sort of my own, private, idioreligious practice. (I coined a word?)

The sun spells the doom of the winter's reign
Ice and chill must retire
Come the May, say I!

2. Ten years ago today, Newsradio premiered on NBC. Yeah, blah-blah, what's the big deal about a low-rated sitcom that made little splash and isn't even rerun in syndication anymore? A pretty big deal, actually, and if you know me at all you know why it's a big deal for me.

Happy spring! Happy Newsradio day!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:10 AM | shower me with attention

Sunday, March 20, 2005

I ended up going to Rhode Island this weekend with Gina and Cheryl and our new friend Mike*, to pick up Cheryl's computer. Puppy came with us and he was a very good boy.

I ate too many dry-roasted peanuts.

Rhode Island is beautiful. Today is the first day of spring (you know what that means, but I'm too tired to find the link now so I'll post that tomorrow) and we went to the rocky beach and skipped stones.

Rather, Mike and Gina and Cheryl did.

Our mascot for the trip was a neon-pink paper frog.

I'm tired, good night.

*Steph M's friend who came to stay with her and Gina a few weeks ago. He
's really nice.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:03 PM | shower me with attention