Quick Updates

I am neck-deep in some Greek Tragedy and thought I would escape for a few minutes with some quick updates.

For those of you who have expressed concern about the Farg, thanks. We are waiting for a consult with the doggie oncologist. Sadly, it has to wait until this Greek Tragedy paper is written. Because if it is not written by 5:30 on Thursday, it will be a Texas tragedy.

Today, I got back my first test in my art history class. Not to brag, but I made an "A"...the only problem is I now have to keep it up. No rest for the weary.

How is it that Cloris Leachman is still dancing and Toni Braxton was voted off? It scares me as to what Americans are capable of doing. What does this mean for Barack Obama? Fingers crossed that it means absolutely nothing for Barack Obama.

Three words: Liza with a Z. Okay, that's three words and a letter. Still, December 5, the Palace Theatre, Shlomo, Liza, and me. Yippee. Liza, Judy, Barbra, Bette...these are names I shan't forget. Judy died before I was born and on December 6, I will have seen the other three perform live. I don't think you can be gayer than that.

Remember in college how you would stay up late studying, drinking caffeine, and watching bad tv. Shlomo's been out of town this week. I have resorted to that pattern. Stop the madness.

Cupcakes are good. Oh, and all the ice cream came out of Shlomo's shirt. But, how do you get frosting off the "Q" key on the laptop?

David Sedaris is hysterical. I have read his books for years, but I heard him speak last night. I laughed real real hard, y'all. It's too bad Shlomo was in Orlando and missed it. But, DD accompanied me. I am sure if anyone saw us together, gossip will be all over Houston. Like I care.

Okay, back to the Greek Tragedies. Life was simpler then when people were just sleeping with their mother, burying their sister alive, and killing their own children. Good times.