If I do not have extreme lunge-butt tomorrow I will be incredibly surprised. Charlie kicked my ass this morning. Squats, then walking lunges, than whatever-those-other-things-are-called, and so on! I had a good sweat going. Ouch. My arms were killing me already as a result of the wrestling session I had with M.s. last night. I really thought I could take him. I mean, shit, I CARRIED his ass all the way up our flight of stairs the other night, why shouldn't I be able to pin him down? Nope. All I earned from my exertion is some seriously sore biceps, which Charlie worked as well this morning.

It's all good, I know, but... ow. Tonight my friend Lizzie is coming over to give me a massage, though! Neck and shoulders, right where it hurts, right where all my typing soreness and stress tension goes. Woo hoo!

Tomorrow I'm kidnapping Zim for lunch and storm troopers. Actually, it's the Book Signing I wrote about with Timothy Zahn. He's going to be escorted by storm troopers and, well, I've got to see this. Plus, his publishing company was kind enough to send me a copy of his latest book and he was so wonderful to speak with that we would like to meet each other and I would love to get my book signed. And Zim, my adorably geeky friend, is the perfect companion for my little geek-fest.

Then what? REMINDER -- are your calendars marked for March 4? Next Saturday? Five bands and a party with me? Raising money for the fight against childhood diseases? Awesome.

Should be a fun time, all of it. Oh, yeah.

-Barbarella

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