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I've done some figuring, and my mental disorder (by which I mean this chronic clinical depression) is costing me $38.33 a month.*

These are the things I could be getting instead for $38.33 a month:

Parking in the Central Campus Garage at Rice University
Keyword monitoring from EBAWebs.com
One year of mailing list of up to 15,000 subscribers from Bravenet
$1,000,000 in truck insurance

I don't need any of these things, so it's just as well.

*Monthly cost of prescription co-pay plus co-pay for one doctor's visit every three months to get a new prescription

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:28 AM | shower me with attention

Friday, November 10, 2006

Tea. Earl Grey. Hot.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:48 PM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Once upon a time
I had a little money
Government burglars took it
long before I could mail it to you
Still you are the only one
Now I can't let it slip away
So if the man with the ticker tape
Tries to take it
This is what I'm gonna say:

This is my favourite song from My Aim is True and I have no idea why. Can someone tell me?

I don't even know what it's about.

Ah forget it, good night.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:07 AM | shower me with attention

Sunday, November 05, 2006

I spent the weekend with Dad; my mom went to Morocco for the week. She took my cell phone with her. I didn't want Dad to be lonely so I came home with them after Tante Joan's birthday dinner and ended up staying the weekend.

In absence of any reading material, I picked up a favourite book from childhood, one of Piers Anthony's Xanth books, Question Quest. It was actually the first of the books I'd read as a kid, when my friend Sesame Leonard gave me a copy of hers in seventh grade. After that I bought them all up, read and reread them, but Question Quest was always my favourite.

As an adult, I find them sexist and childish in the extreme. I can't deny the nostalgiac appeal they still hold, though, because of their childishness and sexism. I went digging through all the cartons in my old bedroom-- my mom packed all of our old books into cartons since I couldn't take them all with me when I moved out-- and I found almost all of the Xanth books, packed up all the paperback ones and took them back with me. I crave childish, escapist, pun-filled fantasy juvenalia. Xanth works for me. I'll get tired of it soon; few of the books I loved as a child remain as satisfying to me now as they were then. But they'll do for now.

I also got a snootful of dust and find it difficult to breathe now, but Cheryl gave me a Claritin.

On the coffee front, we found out that it's because the I.T. department on the fifth floor has so many coffeepots plugged in down there as to create a fire hazard that they had to put the kibosh on everyone's, for now, but both HR and my manager are working to get me my coffeepot yet. Cross your fingers.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:21 PM | shower me with attention