it is just a tv, it has now stayed on for almost a full show. Perhaps the demon has left.

Interesante. Did you unplug? Sometimes that would help mine.

This morning I got to ask one of our (maie) partners if he meant the Playtex that sells bras, or the Playtex that sells tampons (turns out they aren't the same company). After that I got to spend 7 hours working on his answer.

That story started out so funny! And quickly turned much less so. Tequila does seem to be in order.

That story started out so funny! And quickly turned much less so.

I KNOW!

I'm home now though, which is good.

I met this guy named Del Close

Quite the legend.

I own both How To Speak Hip by Del Close and John Brent (on bootleg CD no less) (the coolest Beatnik exploitation record EVER, and a favorite record of both John Belushi and Brian Wilson) and The Nervous Set a bohemian musical from the early sixties (featuring both Del Close and...Larry Hagman? - album cover by Feiffer) which provided us with two semi-standards for the jazzbo, "Spring Can Really Hang You Up The Most" and "The Ballad Of All the Sad Young Men."

I think my dad has it, in his collectible records.

Okay, it's a friday and we didn't go out. We are just hopping around the networks and landed on In Justice.

Can I say, Jason O'Mara is not especially interesting on the show (and the show isn't especially interesting) until you've heard Jason O'Mara narrate the Nature that was on PBS last week.

And you realize Jason O'Mara is hiding his lovely lovely lovely Irish brogue.

And then you realize, aw, Jason O'Mara, you're adorable.

His voice is fascinating on the show because if you really listen you can hear the brogue coming through.

Thanks Nicole! Tea steeping, aspirin dissolving.

I just cleaned! Everything except the area between the sofa and the TV is neat.

I don't suppose anyone can tell me what happened in the last five minutes of Ghost Whisperer? The ending got cut off for me. The last thing I got was Melinda with the birthday cupcake. She said she thought it might be fun to go out and celebrate and, then, nothing. Did I miss anything important?

Four hours of training. Five tomorrow, and then a test on Sunday. I also have acupuncture tomorrow morning, assisting a class, and a massage Sunday morning. I'm trying to convince people to go see Underworld: Evolution with me tomorrow, because it's perfect post-asskicking stuff. I don't care if they punk out on me. I'ma go anyway.

Class went well. There was some stuff I was leery of doing that turned out fine, some stuff I sucked at royally.

Remember when I couldn't do the fighting? One of the instructors convinced the lead instructor that I could fight, but body sparring only. I do hate body sparring. And he's so damned delighted with the change. Why must people delight in me...doing what I'm supposed to?

I have completed Jilli's treatment, and am now waiting for a mask to harden.

If my face shows no sign of healing in the morning, I'll have to do the most evilest of treatments....go sit in the sun without sunscreen.

You really don't want it to come to that, do you, face?