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Long before I got into the “no-buy month” thing, I started carrying a bottle of water with me everywhere I went.  This is part of the reason I carry such a gigantic purse.  The reasons are threefold: I like to stay hydrated and enjoy drinking water, I hate paying for bottled water when if I have a container designed to let me travel with water, and because I grew up in the Midwest where the “winter survival kit” is a must and parents and older people get very, very angry with you if you don’t have one.  I’m not saying I carry a winter survival kit with me at all times, or even have one in my car, but I always feel like inevitably I’m going to be stranded somewhere where I’ll be cold, possibly hungry, certainly thirsty.  This is why I almost always have a jacket or sweater and carry oatmeal in one of my purse’s side pockets.

The only problems up to now, are the fact that I’ve been drinking exclusively out of a Nalgene bottle for about four years now, and if what they say about the plastic leaking chemicals into your drinking water is true, then any potential babies I may have will most likely have flippers.  Also sometimes I forget it places, and once it rolled under my couch without my knowledge which prompted me to re-visit every place I had been that week and ask people if they had seen my water bottle.  Then this week the stupid thing opened up in my purse and dumped 1/2 quart of liquid all over my possessions and my library book.

The book doesn’t look terrible, it’s a bit puffy.  Certainly it’s not as bad as that copy of We were the Mulvaney’s some lady returned to the library after dropping it in the lake– but clearly something needed to be done.  When he saw the state of the book, and me unsuccessfully trying to squeeze water out of it, Gentleman Caller got very excited.

“We need rice!  Do you have any rice?”

I said yes, and the book has been sitting in a rice bath for a few days now.  The fact that it’s Minute Rice may affect the process somewhat, but since I’ve never done this before, I really have no idea.  Gentleman Caller has never done this either, but said he’s always been curious.  He’s a scientist, so I trust him– also, I know rice can act as a desiccant cause, well, I know things.  It does seem like it’s taking quite a while, but I have one more renewal, so I’ve got plenty of time.

In other news, I haven’t seen my boss in nearly two weeks.  I got one email from him saying he’d be out of the office last Wednesday, but he wasn’t there on Thursday either, nor was he there today.  I make a point of adjusting his chair so he knows I’ve been there, but then I just go home.  I wonder if he’ll be in tomorrow…  My job kind of rules.

A while ago, I met a friend at the mall for a movie. I have a firm rule that I will not patronize a movie theatre that serves Pepsi products (which is why I was so excited to find the greatest, Coke-serving movie theatre ever), but my friend had gotten us free passes, which supercedes the no patronizing rule since I’m paying nothing.

I got to the mall early because traffic was light and decided to treat myself to Taco Bell. Yes, Taco Bell is a treat for me. I realize that the food is horrifyingly close to being plastic, and the guacamole and sour cream are dispensed with weird guns– but I think it’s delicious, and I’ve had very little luck finding decent Mexican food in Rhode Island.

I picked out a table near the window, took my book (Diary of Anne Frank) out of my bag, emptied out the 15 packets of hot sauce onto the burrito wrapper, and tucked into my delightful meal. I finished my small, free cup of water quite quickly, but had a water bottle of tepid water in my purse. I poured that over the remaining ice. Then, when I was done with my burrito, I pulled out a squished but still edible fruit and nut bar from my purse’s inside pocket to have for dessert.

Then I realized what I had done was a little odd, and a little like something that a crazy person might do. I wondered what I would think if I had been another person in the mall food court watching me do what I had just done.

Moments ago I looked into my purse and smiled with satisfaction as I saw the medium-sized box of Kleenex that I stole from the hotel in Montreal nestled in its depths. I mentally congratulated myself for being so smart as to take it.

I’ve started reading Babysitter’s Club books again– picking up where I left off when I was a kid.

I need to get a new piece of duct tape to repair my jacket but am reluctant to buy duct tape as I never use it fast enough and it gets all goopy-sticky, which I find extremely annoying.

I hoard food, and have no qualms saying to people “I hoard food” like some people say “I’m a soprano” or “I speak French”, like it’s a hobby.

I’m very excited to visit the National Plastics Museum

I’m shipping $125 worth of underwear to a friend’s house because my neighbors steal my mail, and because it’s been about 7 years since I bought underwear and most pairs have holes in them. I prefer to get it all done in one fell swoop so I don’t have to think about it.

In the past 4 months I’ve gotten banned for life from a diner and picked a fight with the curator of the National Diner Museum (because it’s not a real museum, and its website is poorly written!).

Maybe I’m not eccentric, I’m just interesting– maybe it’s all subjective.