Sigh...sigh...sigh. I've been wrapped in the gristly tentacles of the mulligrubs recently. Maybe it's the season or maybe it's the dreams I've been having lately, which parade all my deepest fears and regrets across my subconsious like yuppies with bichon frise at a dogshow.

Of course, outwardly, the life of an international playgirl just glitters. There was sauerbraten and Tim Burton with the Fries and one IwMN last night. There was sting rays and queen angel fish at the aquarium with SwD today. And tonight, overpriced drinks and trawling for young professional men at the Brewer's Art. But ah...how I wish I could try on another life for a day, like a mollusk exchanging shells. This one is getting too small.