Somehow I feel dissed by Bowlby's theories. Of course mothers are always dissed by psychologists. The reason psychologists (and psychairtrists) go into such a profession is because they want to dis their mothers because the mothers made them clean up their rooms (or at least just keep the door shut).
I feel a little pissed over Bowlby's theories, because I had read the article when it first came out and remembered it as having said something insightful about the Dementors. So I spend all day Friday trying to track it down, finally having the librarians downtown fax it out to the Mayfield Library (where I thought, incorrectly, they had it on microfilm), and then it turns out that I disagree not only with the theory but with its application to the Dementors!
I want you to know, I read your entire post aloud to my roommate, who laughed and was very pleased by it, and my cat, who, I'm afraid to say, was more interested in the remains of my dinner.
Now that the weather's turned, I've been jogging again also, but I haven't the guts to do it outside on non-flat surfaces yet. So I trot merrily along on the treadmill at the gym, listening to Order of the Phoenix and sweating impossible amounts, especially considering my lack of speed, and try hard not to imagine how nice bed might feel. Somehow, the jogging and the Harry Potter all match up. Only my jogging/Harry Potter matching is somewhat less erudite.
You know, I've never run on a treadmill. The gym (actually the JCC) which I joined and then I promptly left town for three weeks and now it's closed for Passover has an indoor track which I was thinking might come in handy on rainy days.
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. . . and the friend of my enemy is . . . I can't do the transitive property without my brain.
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Would you let my knee know?
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Uh, no. I should, right?
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Now that the weather's turned, I've been jogging again also, but I haven't the guts to do it outside on non-flat surfaces yet. So I trot merrily along on the treadmill at the gym, listening to Order of the Phoenix and sweating impossible amounts, especially considering my lack of speed, and try hard not to imagine how nice bed might feel. Somehow, the jogging and the Harry Potter all match up. Only my jogging/Harry Potter matching is somewhat less erudite.
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You know, I've never run on a treadmill. The gym (actually the JCC) which I joined and then I promptly left town for three weeks and now it's closed for Passover has an indoor track which I was thinking might come in handy on rainy days.
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