Tonight was a good night. A real good night. Except perhaps for the moment when I publicly discovered that tallulahville.com on Netscape on a Mac is a bad, bad thing, and not in a "fun" bad way, neither. I'll have to do something 'bout that. But you know I never said this was the best I could do. If I did, I was lying. God, I hope I was lying. Anyway, I already decided to remodel, and after viewing some supercool sites tonight I have seen the Flash-ing light...illuminating the fact that I really know damn near nothin'. Ah well, not like that was a revelation.

I'm nearing an endorphin overload that's been building steadily all day and is about to reach critical mass because I just realized there's a basketball game on. You know how I feel about basketball. Sigh...I need to get a grip. Today I remarked to my friend Janis that I've never done drugs because it's always seemed so redundant given my personality, and I think my behavior today amply attests to that. I think I reached about a 9.5 on the full-on Tallulah scale. Luckily no one was injured. But no one gets hurt in Tallulahville. We're all about the love here, sugah!

Weeeeeeeeee...supa-dupa-loopy today. Wow. I feel the T for Trouble in Tallulah rearing its mischievious little head. Trouble is good! Trouble is fun! No No NO! Trouble BAD! Bad Tallulah!

Jiminy Christmas. I need Ritalin. A tranquilizer dart shot in my hindquarters. Something. Sheesh.