I didn't see anyone calling for a potty-mouthed, wise cracking, pain in the ass with a nice smile.

I think Emma's too young anyway.

Teacup boyfriend and I had dinner with my friends last night. I think it went well, and the friend that I was worried about was on her best behavior, which isn't saying much lately, but it was better than her worst behavior. I finally had a friend take a picture of us together, so as soon as I can finish that roll of film, I will post the pictures. I hate to catch up and run, but I am so very late for where I am supposed to be.

{{{Aimee}}} I am sorry about the homesickness and that you didn't get the part.

vw, have fun in New York. I want to hear all about Wicked when you get back.

{{{Nora}}} Deciding to go back into therapy is a difficult decision; I have found that when those close to you start suggesting it, it is probably a good time to seriously start looking into it again.

FWIW, I so hear you. Therapy hurts. I know, I know, it ultimately helps, too...but it is so damn hard and forces you to confront things that you don't really want to confront. ("Can't I just keep hitting snooze? I'm not ready to get up yet.")

I have btdt, but I am so happy that I have finally found a really good therapist. Even if the sessions are becoming increasingly painful, but I have actually gotten to the point where I really want to deal with some of this stuff. It took me quite a while to get to that point.

It's nice to see when the press recognizes a Buffista for her/his brilliance, yet comforting to realize that no one in the media has connected the dots and figured out our world-domination plan.

Wrod!

I'm glad it went well, sj.

Sorry about the part, Aimee, but I hope you keep auditioning.

Nicole and I just got back from walking around downtown Denver, which was fun. We bought books, and chocolate, and one copy each of the Incredibles, and then had lunch, and now I have a puppy trying to smoosh me.

Very good day.

The Incredibles! Ooooh, I want to watch!

Aimee, sorry you're sick for the home. I know just how you feel.

Ah, woe is I, for I am now perched on the horns of dilemna. I have splurged part of my tax refund on 'The Incredibles' and 'Firefly' DVDs. Which of them do I watch first? Or do I mosey down to the neighborhood bar and sign up for their weekly Saturday poker league?

Some days are better than others.

But first, food.

Sail, hurry! You can have a chocolate dipped strawberry if you make it here fast enough.

Oh Nicole, that's just mean!!

I want a chocolate-dipped strawberry!

Also, I want my fucking oven to work. I don't understand what's going on. It heats up to 400 or whatever, and the heat coils are red, and then it inexplicably shuts off.

Thomash has a new tag.

P-C, are you saying the oven shuts off or just that the coils cool down and aren't red anymore?

Also, for the strawberry tauntiness, see if I take you anywhere for nice food when you are here, you evil woman.

Hmm. P-C, the oven just doesn't want you to eat real food.

It was a very pretty day here today...but I was going to go to the RODEO with some coworkers, but I forgot to add on the time it would take to get there, so now it's too late to go. Doh.

And I want the girl to email me BACK again, so we can actually like...set up the date.

Yay for picture of Teacup Boy and sj!

Aimee, I saw a romance book today called something like "The Trouble with Emmaline" (or something) and was v. amused.