Have a smell of Panda droppings. This one is very fragrant.

O.K., I always think of so many things that I want to post about and then when I'm blogging I stare blankly and cannot remember a thing I wished earlier to discuss with you good people.

Speaking of brain malfunction, I went out last night and, you know, I am actually starting to get concerned about (this is something I never really bothered thinking about before) loss of brain cells, vital gray matter, important connective somas and dendrites and all those vocabulary words that I got extra credit for in biology class when I was 14. I always took that sort of thing seriously, sure, but I never led a lifestyle fraught with as much debauchery as I do right now, and so my brain had not been concerned for itself.

I think I'm going to take it easy this evening.

My friend Sherene is leaving town, and I just think that's stupid. She should stay here because she's the coolest girl that ever lived, and if you don't believe me read her friendster profile, she's amazing. So I'll have to have one with her.

And my friend Madonna, who quite frankly lives up to her name, she's that cool, is having her birthday at the Mill, and I need to get her a beer.

What is happening to me? This time two years ago, I was a grandmotherly 28 year old making ginger tea and knitting and watching Britcoms. I'm turning into a strumpet.