My check still hasn't come from Eastern. And the secretary at Eastern claims that the man in charge cannot be reached about it. I'm trying not to panic. I think I'll have to throw a diva fit tomorrow if I don't some answers.

That made me feel sick to my stomach, which might've influenced the piece I'm writing for outinamerica.com. It's about celebrity enemas... you'll have to wait 'til it's published to get the juice.

My dear friend Jeff (the alter ego of Varla Jean Merman) treated Philip and me to lunch today at Mona's Middle Eastern Cafe on Frenchman. I love me some labneh.

The rest of the day I worked around the house... waiting for those clear plastic dvd clam-shells to arrive via UPS. They finally came right before Philip got back from the renovation house.

He and I grocery shopped and then we came home, I prepared it... creamy chicken 'n' squash soup and salad. Sugar-free fat-free white chocolate pudding for dessert.

FRIENDS was good... so was WILL AND GRACE. But the best crap was seeing a cute boy blow milk through his tear duct from MORE THAN HUMAN on the Discovery Channel.