Dear Diary

this morning i read someone else's journal before breakfast. that's pretty early in the morning for most people to be nosing around in the private lives of others, but it's important to take advantage of the opportunities you are given, even when they do not conveniently fit into your preferred schedule. and any writing left lying on a bedside table is begging to be explored.

there's a certain amount of risk involved in delving into the bemusings of another, even, as in this case, when they belong to someone you don't know. it's almost like reading someone's mind -- and i've spent a lot of time in my own mind, enough to be sure that i would never wish it on anybody else. however, i read the journal eagerly, at least until i got cut off around mid-february. even with a blank of the past month, i'm confident as to what came next. people are generally the same. maybe it takes a peek at the deepest level of someone else's thought to recognize that.

do i feel bad about it? no. should i? maybe. but as my dad likes to remind me: don't put anything in writing that you don't want coming out at your senate confirmation hearings. i suppose i should keep that in mind while i continue to exchange flirtatious emails with the JPO...

this past weekend i went to a 6-year-old's high-school-musical-themed birthday party -- you know, as adult supervision. 6-year-olds are fun. just throw some glitter and sunglasses on them and let them run wild with charades & helium-filled balloons and they'll start partying like rock stars & yelling about what beautiful beasts they are (as seen below). i left with one hand of hot pink fingernails and one hand of glittery blue fingernails, sticky with glitter and smelling like a sugar cookie. a successful day to be sure.