Sunday, February 24, 2008

If only magical chicken soup would appear magically

Sunday, February 24, 2008
I am sick. I'm so glad I waited for the weekend to wallow in my pit of despair.

I am also very melodramatic, if you hadn't noticed.

Stay tuned, I've got a commentary on how I am, officially, absolutely, without doubt too old to go out dancing at some place like Tantra, which apparently is Shirts Optional Sillicone Imperative. But first I have to be less bitter and congested.