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Yesterday I didn't write here because I was meaning to write late at night, but we were having a tremendous thunderstorm, so I didn't want to plug in the laptop. I sat around listening to Anonymous 4 and Purcell string sonatas and the English Patient soundtrack, burning candles and reading a book.

The book I was reading is by Anouchka Grose Forrester and it is called Ringing for You. The premise is that it is written by a young woman in her mid-twenties who has a MA in the History of Punishment, but works as a receptionist in London's Academy of Material Sciences. She wants to write a novel, so she turns her daily life into the novel. I'm not sure whether I like it or not... it's a bit too rambly and chattery and scattered, and there isn't much of a plot. But it's pleasant to read. I am also reading Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami, but that demands rather a bit more of my attention, so I have been reading it when I go places where I know I will have long boring wait times, like the laundromat.

I also went to Eckerd Drugs yesterday to get a bunch of things. I am sad to say that yeast infection medication was among the things I needed... or at least Vagisil or something (THANK you for calling Radio WTMI, no we will NOT play your request.... DO NOT CALL AGAIN). The meds I was taking for my festering ears have helped my ears but caused other regions to fester, ahem ahem. Anyways, I spent a good fifteen, twenty minutes looking for the yeast infection remedies. I looked where they keep the condoms, I looked where they keep the pads and tampons and Vagisil and FDS and all that stuff, I looked where they keep other embarrassing meds like Anusol, and finally I looked up and down every aisle. Where did I finally locate the goddamned things? On the wall under the pharmacist's window.

WTF? How women-unfriendly is that? Why don't they just keep them behind the counter at the photo booth... that's probably the only more conspicuous and embarrassing and nonsensical place for them in the ENTIRE FUCKING STORE. Yes, I am writing a letter of complaint... heating pads and footbaths do not need to be next to the pads and tampons. Yeast infection remedies do. Jesus H Christ! I bought Vagisil, which, since I have already given this much TMI, I might mention has been helping a lot. hah.

Today I slept a very long time and had strange dreams about new houses and new dogs and new boyfriends and my mommy (who is pretty). Then I woke up and watched cartoons and sat around online and went for a bikeride (2 days in a row! I am on a roll!). I did Around The House things, and started to cook myself dinner when Lou called, inviting me out for pie. As I am never one to pass up a good slice of pie... I went. I had appetizer sampler platter food, and a slice of warm caramel-apple pie a la mode. We then went to WalMart where I saw awesome Trailer Park lights (the irony will never be appreciated by the workers), as well as chili peppers and flamingo/palm-tree combos. But all I got was a big package of my favorite gel pens, a little feathery glittery bat that looks more like an owl, and a plastic bucket shaped like a kitty's head.

Then I came home and attempted to continue to clean my room, and almost cried. I'm to the point where I really need to put things in the room across the hall, but both it and the hall are too messy to do so. I got to work, but my enthusiasm didn't last long. Watched parts of PPG, Gigi, and watched all of a movie with Winona Ryder called Boys that I avoided for ages and watched tonight and thought was OK (as a teenager I would have loved it I think).

Now I am very tired and I am watching Restoration for about the billionth time. I love this movie, even though I know it's not the best ever made.

and soon, to bed.