As soon as you'd turn the water on, it would immediately draw both curtains inward, and slurp, right onto you, for the duration of your shower.

You know what it is? Goddamn CONVECTION. Physics is conspiring against me.

whoops - posted in the wrong place. Steph - have you looked into a shower curtain with magnets at the bottom? They are supposed to work with cast tubs and keep the clingy where it belongs. We're looking into them.

I'm eyeing this:

Oooh, one step closer to Carrie Moss.

One mistake in ten years! That's not too bad a record.

I gave you an endorsement.

In our old house, one of the showers was just up against an exterior wall (with a window!!) so there were just two shower curtains, one hanging in the normal spot, and one against the opposite wall.

It was like this in the house I grew up in, too, but the window was to a porch. It was very weird. Of course, I also grew up in a house where in order to take a shower, we had to go down in the cellar to turn on the hot water to the tub, because otherwise it dripped. We also had to wash our dished in a washtub in the sink, and then dump the water down the toilet, because there was no actual pip under the sink. My grandpa was weird about repairs.

The 1o worst unauthorized Star Wars C3-PO collectibles: [link]

Ugh. Star Wars condoms: [link]

"I do believe they think I am some sort of god."

Yeah, this window was just to the street. I dunno. But it was one of those built over the past 50 years by various amateurs houses, so who knows what they intended when it first went up.

Weird-ass comics: Sooper Hippie, Fruitman, and Bunny's Back Pages (Harvey Comics, 1968 - '70)

Trim, or something else? I'm peering at hairstyles on the internet, pondering bobs and bangs and all kinds of crazy stuff.

A trim, I guess, though sometimes I feel daring. But really I have to be able to put my hair up, and given that it doesn't really deal with barrettes and clips and the like, my options are limited.

Oh, and I found pants at Ann Taylor last night. And two sweaters. And spent a ridiculous amount of money, although all of it was marked down. I know I'll get my money's worth, but man. Ouch.

You need clothes to work, and work equals money. And you need sweaters, because Chicago is crazy cold.

One of my recurring trying-to-wake-up nightmares (seriously, as if I don't hate getting up enough, I get dreams that herald it?!) involves trying to take a shower in shower/tub that is defective, often too small and the shower curtain clings.

CRAZY cold is exactly right.