06.07.02 :: 9:45 am

With four days left before an extended hiatus from My Boy, I'm wringing hands like a distressed war wife.

Hopefully, this afternoon's friend/booze-filled activities will subdue the tendency to panic. I'm thinking five solid weeks of girlbonds and bedroom dancing.

Effective July 1, my bind to the Gestapo gets loosened significantly.

"She had not known the weight until she felt the freedom." Someone said that and I don't know who.

I do know, however, that I just spelled the word said "SED" so I think it's my cue to get some coffee inside me before anything else gets done today.

Oh, lame. it's not even 10 and my mascara is already dragged down to my knees.

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