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Caffeine Withdraw written @ 4:55 PM on March 09, 2003 I gave up soda for Lent. Five days into this season o' holy stuff, I'm going freaking insane. College has hooked me on caffeined, carbonated drinks because a) the milk is not always good, b) drinking the water is like swallowing liquified metal, and c) the juice is often watery and not good. I feel like a chain-smoker who has suddenly quit cold turkey! *sigh* Thirty-five days to go... *** I went to the Sharonville Gem & Jewelry craft show today and bought a sterling silver unicorn charm to add to my collection of legions. I also bought some stone necklaces-- because we all know Sam just doesn't have enough to keep her happy. I ended up winning the 2:15 door prize drawing. I was fucking shocked, actually, because since I never win those damned things I deeply resent them and have long believed the moron who invented such contests of chance should be rotting in hell, but today the goddess Fortuna smiled kindly in my direction. I ended up winning a geode tear-drop pendant with a dangling amethyst. Then Mom and I went to Michaels because she was looking for something she was going to make for one of her co-workers, whose daughter is getting married. That was a mistake on her part because God knows what happens when innocent people cart me to art stores: I end up wandering in my own Never Land and disappearing from this earthly plain for a while. Her second mistake was next bringing me to Half Price Books, in which case the same Art Store Syndrome effect sets in once more. I ended up buying a Peter Beagle book and something else I had wanted to read for a long time. Mom, naturally, went to the 25-cent romance novel section, even after I lectured her on how those wretched stories cause significant pyschological damage on females everywhere, in lieu of the discussion Ashley, Jessica, and I had last night about Christine and her picture of an "ideal mate." On the subject of Mom, it's really beginning to drive me crazy how she keeps bringing up how lacking in a mate herself she has become. It's little comments here and there. She'll sigh and declare, "Well, I'm perfetly aware no one goes to the movies by themselves, but I don't seem to have anyone to go with, now do I?" Or "My life isn't exactly together, Sam. Quite frankly, it's gone down the tubes." Or how she'll have these little feeling here and there that Dad is about to do something suspicious behind her back, such as buying the Village Tavern down the street from us. Each time I want to say, "I'm perfectly aware that not all is hunky dory between you and Dad right now, but I'd appreciate the following: one, that you don't tie me down to the situation and add stress that I quite frankly don't need at this stage in my life; two, that you stop reminding yourself about it time and time again because that's not healthy; three, that you change your outlook on life and do something about 'your life going down the tubes,' because, to quite Jonathan Larson, there's 'no day but today'; four, that you speak more directly to Dad and draw out the lines of war and peace; and five, that you stop leaving my brother Jon in the dark." Such unfortunate muttering from my mother has become almost routine, and I'm very tired of hearing about it. Call me insensitive, cold, and resuming my title of Ice Queen even at home, but enough is enough. But whatever. This evening I intend on working on some homework and my book. I'm getting quite far.
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