But Call Me Betsy

Okay, no headache this morning so that's good. Could it be from having a slight cold or something too? I've diagnosed myself twenty different ways through the Internet. I may actually have a rare form of gender identity headache caused by being scratched by one of the feral kitties (watched ER last night for the first time in years and that was one of the side stories. Sort of). My life-style column article for Philadelphia Maven is out. If you want to read it, go here . It's not earth-shattering and there's a typo at the end that makes me crazy, but oh, well. I'm a columnist, people. Look out. I sent my other piece in this week and I want to work on one for July that's a modern day version of Dorothy Parker's "The Telephone Call." In the new version, she'd be wondering when he's going to email her back or IM or send a text message or respond to her request that they be facebook friends. All the many ways one can now be reached or ignored. ...

I really want to write a post about the fabulous Flight of the Conchords concert on Monday wherein Irina was so excited she kept clapping her hands and bouncing in her seat and wherein I still couldn't make up my mind which of the boys is cuter and I'd like to recount all of their witty quips, but I have seriously had a headache for a week, and it's not going away. I took several photos and none of them turned out and watching them was sort of like seeing them on a TV with bad reception. Couldn't see their expressions at all. They kept giving out their room number and hotel name (though I'm sure it wasn't really where they were staying) but Irina was like, well, maybe? I would've gone with you, Irina. The Hotel Sofitel near Rittenhouse. Room 901. The headache got worse last night and I've had it all day today. I went to the grocery store and took their blood pressure test and I guess it's b/c my blood pressure is high or my blood pressure is high bec...