I learned tonight that someone from my high school has been trolling mySpace trying to “gather” everyone together for the 10 year reunion. It’s almost too convenient that I removed my profile several months ago… and even then, I didn’t list my high school or hometown. Mwahahaha. OK, if they Google me, they’ll find me. But my spam filter is pretty gestapo like and will probably delete the offending email before it gets to my inbox.

Whatever. Even if they did track me down, I wouldn’t feel compelled to or want to attend. Not my thing. I have more important things to prepare for. For example, my company will be celebrating a fairly significant anniversary soon and there will be a formal gala celebration and I would like to lose enough weight to fit into my Betsey Johnson dress by then (Jan or Feb 07, I think.) Then there’s the impending nuptial celebration for Theresa and Kofi which I believe is taking place late spring of next year. Again, enough time to make a nice dent, especially if the only exercise I can do is cardio (because of my busted and eventually cast-bound wrist.)

I read today that the movie option for Neil Gaiman’s book Coraline has been exercised and that the movie is in production. It will be a stop-motion animation film, slated for April 07 release, directed by Henry Selick (who did “Tim Burton’s The Nightmare Before Christmas”). The gals from Ab-Fab (”Saunders & French”) will be providing voices for some of the female characters. Sadly, wünderkind child star and pal of Tom Cruise Dakota Fanning will be providing the voice for the title character - and I don’t think the little angel can pull off a British accent, so part of the beauty will be destroyed. But so be it.

This afternoon, I started reading a new book by Mark Helprin called, “Freddy and Fredericka” - a satire of the British royal family. I’m enjoying it quite a bit so far - but I’m only about 50 pages into it. However, there’s already been some adultery and history and strangeness. There is a great interchange between the title characters, Freddy and Fredericka, when Fredericka calls Freddy to get a 5-minute primer on Samuel Pepys. Apparently, they’ve been invited (they are a married couple) to give a speech at a museum in London and Frederick doesn’t even know WHO Samuel Pepys is or how to pronounce his name. So, Freddy plays a little trick on her by providing her with completely false information and neglecting to correct her pronunciation of Pepys (she says is “peppies” and it should be pronounced, “peeps”). He knows she won’t bother to check into any of the information, so when she gives the speech at the museum, he expects to hear laughter or the most horrible public silence ever. Instead, Fredericka is applauded and Freddy realizes that her beauty, her fame and popularity, and her breasts pretty much overshadow anything she says… even if it’s egregiously horrible.

I’ll admit that I’m feeling a little down at this point today. It came on slowly… I made some realizations and then talked with my friend. Letting those thoughts out and making them into spoken words and a conversation only allowed me to cement them in my head a little more. It’s not something that I PLANNED on doing; it just worked out that way. It will be OK. Perhaps I just need to sleep on it. And read a book that takes my mind off of MY troubles for a while.