I love Brothers in Arms Joan Baez did a gorgeous cover of it some years ago, which is where I heard it first, I think.

I bought an album by Melissa Ferrick on CD Baby today, because they told me she was great. I hope they didn't lie to me.

I didn't go to the party. My feet hurt too much to get up, and I think I will have to institute a special feet-stretching regemine. Argh. I hate getting old!

I bought an album by Melissa Ferrick on CD Baby today, because they told me she was great. I hope they didn't lie to me.

She is pretty great. Which CD, 'suela?

My only affection for Dire Straits is that they provided fodder for a hilarious Weird Al Yankovich video.

Gas prices are currently $2.40-ish in Memphis and I filled up for $2.21 last night in Arkansas. Peaks were around the $3.20 mark. The USA Today reported record profits for the oil companies and the possibility of a federal investigation into price gouging.

Have low-grade headache. Tension, I think. Though it was triggered by red wine, so it's hard for me to tell, but it doesn't feel as hard as migraines used to hit me. The pain is just hovering there on the not too strong edges, but it's come with scent and light sensitivity and a touch of nausea, so there is that. It's kicking my ass, but it doesn't FEEL like it should be able to do that. Fuck.

Maybe it's just a baby migraine? The auras and light sensitivity are sometimes all I have to tell one from a regular headache.

It could be. I keep hoping tension, because then maybe the tylenol will make it go away, and I can't take anything stronger (even if I had anything stronger in the house). But I don't feel like, if only I could gouge my brain out with a fork, I'd feel better!

Grr. Hulk smash head.

One important thing to note about the fabric store is that among its rich and gorgeous brocades, perfect for corsets, it has a particularly lush gold brocade with little twisty viney shapes and Japanese characters and, my hand to God, Hello Kitty faces. Some Buffista needs this brocade, I'm certain. (If anyone's willing to commit, I'll happily trot back, buy some and ship it.)

I think I've finally experienced the vapors.

Day 1 of the 2006 F2F. Hell, I may go there from the airport.

What's a Modern Girl to Do?

Long NYT Maureen Dowd article (adopted from her new book).

Are modern mores killing off what's left of feminism?

Reinforces my belief that dating sucks.

After Googling and Bikramming to get ready for a first dinner date, a modern girl will end the evening with the Offering, an insincere bid to help pay the check. "They make like they are heading into their bag after a meal, but it is a dodge," Marc Santora, a 30-year-old Metro reporter for The Times, says. "They know you will stop them before a credit card can be drawn. If you don't, they hold it against you."

One of my girlfriends, a TV producer in New York, told me much the same thing: "If you offer, and they accept, then it's over."

Bah. See, I'm the sort of person who would believe that if a woman offered to pay for dinner, that it was a genuine offer.

"Men would rather marry their secretaries than their bosses, and evolution may be to blame." A study by psychology researchers at the University of Michigan, using college undergraduates, suggested that men going for long-term relationships would rather marry women in subordinate jobs than women who are supervisors. Men think that women with important jobs are more likely to cheat on them. There it is, right in the DNA: women get penalized by insecure men for being too independent.

I feel like there is a baseball lodged under my right shoulder blade. I think I need to ice my lower back and heat my upper back. Wierd. But I am thankful that fainting was not a part of my day especially since I was walking pipes periodically through my 12 hours of work. I stayed 4 hours longer than I had intended but now I can work from home tomorrow instead of going to the theatre during a rehearsal.

I like Brothers in Arms too.

Aurelia, go ice, choose ice.

ita, we still want pictures.