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I had a play reading tonight of my new play. It was so cool, because I was so relaxed (for a change) — and shocker, it was really good interesting stuff.  It’s coming along.  Now I’ll I have to do is write the second act.

I write in little (and I mean tiny) spurts.  It takes sometimes two days of procrastinating to write for 20 minutes.  But once I am invested in an idea, then, well, I can’t help but want to write because I fall in love with the characters and their dramas. I want to find out what they are doing…

Anyway, what else is new?  Uh, Hillary!  I want a miracle to happen.

I’m watching the final two episodes of the Tudors….it’s really good. I take back everything bad that I said about the casting.  It’s really fantastic.  Poor Anne.

Saw SATC on Saturday night with my girlfriends — loved it.  But who goes to bed with a string of pearls?

Check out this site devoted to elephants learning to paint.  It’s amazing. Elephants are the bomb!

Sometimes I dream about Britney Spears.  I always wake up, like what? Why was I dreaming about Britney?  Of course she surely represents something or someone else.  This last dream was about a house that was about to fall off of a cliff into the ocean.  Only half of the house was grounded, the other was “not safe”.So yesterday I met with the animators on a new cartoon I am working on. It’s so weird to go from a job where I am “not allowed” to be creative into one where I am the creative.  I’m much better when I can talk creative — cause I am really crazy and if you let my mind go forth – great ideas will come….  

 Is it just me, or does it seem like everyone is having babies all of sudden (not counting Angela Jolie who has her own tribe)?

I spend all my time (and money) in the myriad “baby stores” in my West Village hood buying for my friends and co-workers who are having or just had babies; and for some reason this “baby buying” is my duty and responsibility (just like doing the dishes, or cleaning or making dinner), and not my husband’s. I have a budget for it now — “baby gifts” — dude, it’s adding up!

1.  You collect stray dogs
2. You know the bartender at Henrieta Hudsons (you claim to play pool there)
3. You take in female only foreign exchange students
4. You are an expert at tipping at strip clubs
5. Weekends away are always with girlfriends

2008 started strangely. I had gotten the flu over the Christmas holiday – in fact, it was so deep this flu that I ended up in the hospital. You know it’s a bad holiday vacation when the highlight is getting an IV drip. Yep, that’s how my 2007 ended. But suddenly, on December 31st, a day after my IV drip, I found myself back on an airplane and then back in New York City for New Year’s Eve. Ugh. But life was about to get MUCH better. My hubby and I had been invited to hang with a friend on a sailing yacht in the Caribbean. So a private jet and a lobster sandwich later, I was hanging on the Drumbeat with three Russian dudes and a crew of ten to cater to our every need (one of them was my husband). Suddenly, life was very relaxing. The sun was so friendly to me. I had no idea that what I needed was a little Vitamin D. Let’s see – highlights….

• A personal chef
• Having my girlfriend flown in from San Francisco “just because”
• Having a dance off with Dmitry
• Out swimming the dudes – with no fins
• Cocktails at sunset
• Watching Master and Commander while we were under sail
• Listening to blasting classical music while we did a night sail
• The jungle hike to the waterfall

And now, I find that I’m in a better mood –

But here I am! Sneaking a blog post at work. I keep talking about this Hillary/Obama thing. I can’t take it. We need to pick a candidate – and I want them both to win. I do. But here’s the thing — Hillary is smarter that Obama, and she is pretty in person. She’s not the monster that the press make her out to be.  She’s tough and she does her best to hide it, because she’s a woman.  A politician needs to be tough — and Hillary has to apologize for being smart and cut throat because she’s a woman.  It really bugs me.   I’m sorry, but I can’t just jump on board to Obama’s train.   He says the same thing over and over.  Where’s the substance?  My husband, who says I shouldn’t blog, likened the candidates to Coke and Pepsi drinkers. I don’t drink soda anymore, but if I did, I would drink Coke.