I'm listening to
Galbatron.
I think I have
von Willebrand's disease.
I want to start a
web comic.
I went sailing on a
brigantine schooner on
Saturday.
I might get a new
migraine med prescription on
Thursday.
Did I tell you what the
poesy ring he gave me for our two-year
anniversary says? "Mo cuirle croide," which is
Gaelic, and translated as "
pulse of my heart." It's from a 17th-century
Dublin ring, now lost.
Bridget Jones' Diary was far better than I expected.
I want to see
Moulin Rouge.
Nicole Kidman just slays me in the
trailers.
I bought
The Chronicles of Narnia for my 13-year-old niece. She can't come visit us this summer. Probably her mother's afraid we'd corrupt her with our bad, bohemian liberal ways.
I'm still listening to
Galbatron.