> tapioca world tour

so I could put it up on this here site and feel like a decent daughter.

We just had hamburgers though, and her favorite iceburg lettuce side salad with too much ranch dressing. Mom came to Beantown from Philly for a whopping 24 hours this weekend to hear a lecture. She cordially agreed to bring me my stored clothing, though after unpacking I realized what she put in the boxes are my SUMMER clothes — all winter clothing is in OTHER boxes somewhere in her attic. Arrgh…

Meanwhile Georgio Armani Mandl and I have at last caught up a bit, so to speak, benevolently, and now that we’ve consumed all his free-range eggs and fancy cheese and chicken sausages he’s gone off on a plane to western shores, where the sun shines and the sea roars and the plastic surgeons all do lunch at Taco Bell. He’ll have a good time, and hopefully will do nothing at all except relax in gorgeous weather for a week and stop thinking so much about work. You hear that, Mandl? Tranquilo!

Tomorrow is oh-so-exciting:
Harvard Bookstore is having a 20% off sale for all cardholding members, which means I can finally pick up those copies of ‘Teach Yourself Adobe Creative Suite’, ‘The Macromedia Suite MX Bible’, ‘International Organizational Management’, Clinton’s Biography, and ‘Breaking out of Beginners Spanish’ that I’ve always wanted. Here’s to self-education!!!

Then I get to go to some chic’s house and check out all the furniture she’s selling.

Then I get to kick it in Ryan’s house for another 3 weeks, since I can’t move into the new room til Thanksgiving. C’est la vie, non?

Hammer time. (Daaaaa-da-da-da)