It's my party.

Well, all in all I had a nice birthday. I'm pleased to be 32. Thirty-two is flirty, too.

I spent the bulk of the day in intense jury deliberation. I'd love to tell you how it's going, but I'd have to kill you. Maybe next week. After court, I stopped by the library to get in an hour of regular work-work before going to the ballet. It was Giselle, and we all gasped when Maria Kochetkova was inducted into the Wilis and spun out of her veil.

The future, the future: My Anjuska-inspired detox is proceeding according to plan. Now it's time to address the boyfriend problem, the friend problem, and the job problem. Easy-peasy.

P.S. Thank you, Maria, for the beautiful and tasty cookies!