It's not really manic. It's quite calm actually. I just like The Bangles. Or did like them when I was trying to pretend I was a tortured teen wearing my Forenza sweaters and imitating Susanna Hoffs. I smile now looking back thinking of me in my floral bedroom with Ethan Allen furniture and my vanilla suburban life desperately wishing I had some drama in my life as I listened to Depechemode. Teenagers are so hilarious. I don't know how my parents put up with me. Heee. Ah, the mind of a teenage girl. When Peter is exasperated with Hadley's antics I chuckle and say "Just wait. It gets so much better."

Scott Densmore told me that by talking about how much I hate Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes I am buying into the media hype and that I should quit talking about them. I thought about it for a day or so and have come to a conclusion. You can not talk about them on your blog, son. This is mine and I am going to continue to rant about them because I can. (insert nauseating emoticon of smiley face sticking out its tongue here. I hate those but one would come in handy right now. And I refuse to type a semi-colon with a "p". Just as nauseating.) That being said, I read this today and giggled with glee. I can't believe the poor guy was arrested. He was arrested for squirting Tom Cruise with water. Whatever. I would have done the same thing but I would have yelled "DIE MAVERICK DIE!!" heh heh heh.

It is supposed to be 80 here today and that just sends me into a spiral of non-air conditioned fear. My plan is to hop from air conditioned building to air conditioned building.

On a Lupus note, my doc upped my folic acid intake and decreased the methotrexate and ...voila! It worked. No side effects this weekend. I would dance a little jig and click up my heels if I danced jigs and knew how to click up my heels. I have tried on occasion and it's not pretty.