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I just concluded the hardest work week of my entire life. I'm very proud of myself, and very sorry that my roommates have had to live with a Tavie that is either staring glassily into space or bitching at top speed. Only one more week to go. (I'm VERY glad J-Rock is getting the "vacation" -- if you call playing a rock show every night a vacation -- he needs and deserves, but, damn, it's hard doing two jobs at the same time. Because he's been known to glance at my blog, I want to point out that he needs to take more vacations, we're handling it very well, and I hear France is lovely in the springtime.)

I have fallen off the wagon hard and will probably balloon up to my pre-Atkins weight. However, I've been working out. My stress is too great to care, and I tasted Chunky Monkey for the first time in years tonight. I am a chunky monkey.

erin is in town and I'm seeing her tomorrow! I'm so excited.

Puppy, who's been with us all week while his Mama's been away, goes home tomorrow. I'm so sad.

I slept a long, long time today and it was so, so good. This weekend is all about sleep and ice cream and trying not to think about work.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:12 PM | shower me with attention

Thursday, March 16, 2006

I am completely exhausted. Work kicks my ass this week. Only six more days to go. I'm doing rather well, by the way. If I do say so myself. Which I do.

Gina just accused me of being an Abusive Heterosexual Lifemate because I'm neglecting her as she prattles on in my ear. I'm too tired to feel guilty.

My mom sent me an email **AT WORK** about a Swedish guy she and my dad met last night at a meeting of his Lovecraft Society that is looking for American penpals with similar reading interests. She swears up and down she's not trying to play Yenta, but would it be all right if she gave him my email address? Then she goes on to describe what he looks like. Pleeeeeeeease, Mom. Also, I've never read Lovecraft in my life so I don't know where these "similar reading interests" are supposed to come from. She's obviously trying to fix me up with a Swedish guy. Mom, you doof. Don't send me thinly-disguised fix-up emails, especially not at work. Bless her.

So. Tired.

Off to the gym. Because I am a huge masochist, didn't you know?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:39 PM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

I've done it again! I keep doing this! From an email I sent today to a coworker (specifically, Brando):

DFW laughed at me today because I have ruined YET ANOTHER SHIRT by the way I rest my elbows on the desk. That is literally EVERY SHIRT that I wear regulary to work except for the one I bought most recently. EVERY SINGLE (almost) WORK SHIRT I OWN HAS A HOLE IN THE RIGHT ELBOW. DFW said that this is a common phenomenon among the guys, particularly salesmen, and that I’m the first girl she’s seen it happen to.

Does that mean I’m almost a dippity-doo? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN????

I don't care, I'm still wearing the ripped shirts. I can't afford new clothes. Perhaps an assortment of colourful elbow patches is in order. A sort of sad scarecrow look.

It's not fair. Dammit.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:15 PM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Today was better. I still had endless work to do and stayed just as long as yesterday, but I got more done.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:46 PM | shower me with attention

Monday, March 13, 2006

In my head now:
The disappointed
All congregate at my house
Their voices sob with grief
That they want to be chief
Of the tribe with broken hea-a-a-a-arts

How do you not love XTC?

Anyway. Today was neverending. Really. I got home like an hour ago.

(I just went back and snipped the stuff where I complain about work because my full name is on this site and although I don't say anything against anyone in particular, people have been fired for less.)

I love Big Brother! War is peace, ignorance is strength!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:47 PM | shower me with attention

Sunday, March 12, 2006

I've been spending quality time with Kitana this weekend. We watched a movie called Life is Sweet that her roommate had rented, the title of which was familiar to me. We IMDBed it; it was directed by this British director who directed Secrets and Lies, and it was familiar to me because it features Professor Luuuuuuupin (yummyyumyum), and thus was a movie that Gina and I've wanted to see.

It turned out to be very interesting... a little slow but building to a really, really poignant ending. And it's about a pair of twenty-something twin women, one of whom has some serious psychological issues, who live with their working-class parents...

See, in the movies, the fucked-up twin gets to sleep with David Thewlis.

Siiiiiiigh.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:46 PM | shower me with attention