I'll settle for a cup of coffee

I thought it may have been wrong to sort of root against the U.S. in today's hockey game, but the U.S. team has no one I like, and Sweden has hot hot hottest Lundqvist. Oh. So hot. Seriously, that nose? I die. He's so hot he makes me forget my hate of his countryman Mats Sundin. Anyway, the U.S. lost. And then they interviewed hot Henrik, oh. He was so cute. And then he gave The Look right into the camera, stopped and gave The Look again. As if to say, "Why yes, I WAS looking at you, lady." There was screaming in the house, let me tell you, which is great because Dollie and I haven't had much to scream about lately. And yes, I did DVD that moment. Why wouldn't I?

Yesterday my magic dentist yanked one of my wisdom teeth, ending weeks of agony. Did you know I ate at least 75 advils in the last week alone? Sick.

I'm going to become a dance-music diva, did I tell you? I won't tell you more right now, but when it happens, you'll be the first to know.

Speaking of great ideas, that one came to me over an earl grey tea vodka gimlet. Delightful. You should come to the R Bar and get your own. I think I'm going back Tuesday. I have more plans to make.