At this very moment:

I’m pondering what’s happened to JJ. Am I obsessed? I was sent another disturbing Jenna J. pic. this morning. It really shows how bad it is - the before and after

I’m this close, which is more like (thscls), which is this close without the vowels, which means I’m pretty darn close, but not done yet, to completing the first go-round of my masturbation book sans intro, edits and references.

I’m eagerly awaiting tonight’s episode of Lost.

I’m excited that Feminists for Free Expression was mentioned in Nat Hentoff’s column in The Village Voice. It makes me want to speak my mind more.

I have a huge affection for Haagen Dazs reduced fat dutch chocolate ice cream with rainbow sprinkles. My boyfriend thinks rainbow sprinkles, or any completely sugary hard substance for that matter, is gross but they taste so good on chocolate ice cream.

I bought, but have not yet read, the NY Times science section. It’s the one all about desire.

I have huge bruises on my knees from too much karaoke last night. I belted out Youth Gone Wild and 18 and Life. Both by Skid Row. I love Skid Row, even if I hate what Sebastian Bach once said. I never looked at the words on the screen. I just sang my heart out instead.