had a lovely evening with my friend Sharon. She made me a simply spectacular stuffed garbanzo crepe dinner, good snuggling, talking and we watched 'But I'm a Cheerleader' while she pressed some acupuncture points on my footses. It's a fairly hilarious movie wherein Ru Paul(not in drag) plays an 'ex-gay' intervention squad leader, trying to reform gay kids in a bizarre, Stepfordlike summer camp.

I left feeling much better and less premenstrually homicidal-maybe those points she was stimulating on my feet really did some good.

:)

On the way home, I was feeling good and eager for bed, driving pretty fast.

It took me a few minutes to catch on to the fact that the purty colored lights flickering on behind me meant: Pull over now! and the driver they were referring to was ME!

First time for everything I guess.

Nice officer though, just rolled down her window and said:

'The speedlimit's 30, not 50, ma'am.'

me: uh... Sorry.

officer: UNDERSTAND?

me: yes... ma'am.

Phew.