Am watching the Biography of Andy Williams. I was the biggest 10 year old fan that Andy had in 1974, I guarantee you that. His Love Story album is still one of my favourites. I should check and see if it ever came out on cd.

He's still great, and I'm glad that they spent two hours on him, because he has really has had a fascinating life. Two bad about the plastic surgery, though. He has these tight cheeks and raised eyebrows, and he just looks so plastic, it's such a shame. Especially when they show his brothers as they are now, and they look great. If Andy had just let himself age naturally without fearing it, he would look so much better.

Let's see how much I start eating my words when I hit 50 or so. "Dear God, Dear God, lift it all!! Faster!! Higher!! Let's go, I want to look like Joan Rivers!!! QUICKLY!!!!"

So yesterday I had a huge fight with Omar.

He called me again, as he does every day, and we talked about the show and so on, and then he brought up the email that I sent him about when he didn't come to see my show, and we just started fighting. I was yelling at him, and he wasn't backing down, he was sticking with his reasons and his point of view.

He wasn't saying he was sorry, he was trying to make me understand without apologizing for his feelings and opinions. He said, and I actually kind of get it, that if he misses the occasional event, it doesn't mean that he loves or supports me any less than he does, but sometimes he won't be able to be there.

And I made my feelings clear, too. In a very loud fashion. And when we hung up, I did understand, and I felt better for having had the opportunity to shout at him. So much better that I called back and said, "Thank you for fighting with me."

I never fight, I never get my feelings out that way, and it really is a great method of communication as long as you know that it isn't going to get ugly or hurtful and that the person you are fighting with isn't going to stop loving you because you are yelling at them.

He's learning to say no. He's learning to be himself. And I support that, though I don't think that he should be saying no to me!

Heard on the 5p news yesterday: "This is a live shit of the Roosevelt Field Mall in Garden City..." There was a little pause after "Roosevelt", as though he just heard what had come out of his own mouth, but if he didn't stop to acknowledge it, perhaps no-one would notice, or think that they heard it wrong.

Ah, but for those of us with TiVo, it is the work of but a moment to rewind the show and check for sure.

Today's horoscope:
Change proceeds in a disorderly fashion. You're so busy trying to make sense of it all that you forget to have fun. Different is okay, even if it seems a little late in the year for something new.

One year ago today:
I worked an eight hour day. On Thanksgiving. For free. Am I completely retarded? I may well possibly be.

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