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i will talk a lot today.

(and i'm having fun making words bold whenever i feel like it. no, this is not a new skill i have acquired. i just know how to use it to my advantage now.)

so returnsender left a lovely message on my board about yesterday's billion rambling entries. depressive thoughts make me prolific. i thought that they would, if anything, make anyone reading run away, so i'm glad that she stuck around and found something familiar in them. (and by the way - i also had a dream about thom yorke. he was nice.)

i took two books out of the library, "p$ychotherapy: the purchase of friendship" (i'm sure the dollar sign is not part of the actual title, but that is how it is illustrated on the cover) and another book on intensive psychotherapy by freida fromm-reichmann, the daughter of two psychoanalysts. i have already clutched her book to my chest with glee as it instructs psychotherapists that they are NOT, under any circumstances, allowed to take naps while their patients are talking. but that is a story for another time.

i'm now waiting patiently for the superbowl to be over, so i can resume addiction with my beloved survivor 2, or "the revenge of mark burnett". however at like 3 o'clock the tv was starting up with superbowl crud and three and a half hours later they did the coin toss. so i figure i'll be waiting a while.

400 million people worldwide will be watching the superbowl. for 30 seconds of airtime, companies will have paid 1.5-2 million dollars. if those 400 million people took 1 measly dollar from their office pools, or beer and nacho cheese fund, and donated it to charity or one cause...$400 million for those of you who don't know 400x1. plus the advertising revenue. it makes me pout. i say pout because what am i doing about it otherwise? i am all aboard this train to do away with professional sports. then some smart ass would say "well, do you ever complain about the amount of money jim carrey or tom cruise pulls in per picture?" and i say YES, you wanker, i DO. which is why i practically never see first-run films. i'm all about communism, man. all about it.

but i'm more about honesty and hipocrasy. so then i have to tell you that i just ate an entire bag of Quaker Crispy Mini rice cakes. but i stare at the quaker-man on the packaging and think, what the hell? doesn't anyone remember who the quakers were, anyway?? they used to go into religious meetings of protestants and catholics and try to interrupt and preach. they would do anything to distract the meeting, including TAKE OFF THEIR CLOTHES.

and then i realize that this is the second quaker product i've enjoyed today, instant oatmeal being the first.

those quakers were onto something.