in my cd player... Yo La Tengo And Then Nothing Turned Itself Inside-Out   on the page... Douglas Coupland All Families Are Psychotic "She was angry because she was unable to remember and re-experience her life as a continuous movie-like event. There were only bits of punctuation here and there-- the kiss, the jam, the dried flowers-- which, when assembled, made Janet who she was-- yet there seemed to be no divine logic behind the assemblage. Or any flow. All those bits were merely... bits."   found... the old MEDITECH list of consultant nicknames that always sends Todd and I into spasms of laughter   atop my head... long medieval curls, clipped in the back   trashbound... four boxes and two garbage bags of junk from my closet   fueled by... phone calls that drain my rechargeable batteries   productivity... very, very slight--- today was an official sick day to get over tonsil hell   loving... my new bedroom/office lighting scheme   on tap... a Washington Monument picnic tomorrow night with Kate and the Army Concert Band