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As anyone who has spent more than 10 minutes with me in real life knows, I generally have a diet coke within 5 feet of me. It's been this way since I decided I was horrendously fat at age 15 (when I was my current height and approximately 129 pounds, and clearly an idiot) and forced myself to like diet better than regular. Well, I've given it up! I am getting my caffeine in preservative-free form from now on! This is kind of a prelude to quitting smoking. I entertained thoughts of quitting both at once, and just sleeping for about four days until the misery was over, but I don't think I have the fortitude for that. My evil twin quit smoking because she was on big-time painkillers for several days after breaking her arm, and on the one hand I'm like "Woot, go evil twin!" but on the other I'm like "But anyone can quit if they get to have morphine."

Telling my mom about the Studio Ghibli Museum went a long way toward convincing her she should come along when I eventually go to Japan. I really ought to expand my vocabulary, though. I know the word for "half-demon," but not the word for "vegetarian." (Miss zinnea had the excellent idea of finding kids' books to learn the language. A trip to Uwajimaya is in my future, yay!)

OK, this IS a GIP

I decided to go with Sesshoumaru after all.