Once upon a time, I was a better writer than I am today. Depressing, actually, how instead of gaining more knowledge, enrichment, skill and ado, the inelasticity of age has confined me to substitution rather than addition. Instead of playing piano like a zen maestro, I can tickly gently the organs within the abdomen. Instead of recalling historical events and years, I can cite the latest guidelines on abnormal Pap smears. Instead of excelling at Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon... well, I could still do that, using nary a movie produced after 2005, as that's how long since it's been since I've been in the celluloid loop.

Sushi. Sake. Time for family time at the local Japanese restaurant. Oishii, my friends, my taste buds pant in preparation.

Why is it when I went to Planned Parenthood this morning, I felt a bit unrest parking in the parking lot. Then, it made me so warm and fuzzy and unalone to see how dedicated the staff and volunteers were, meeting them, realizing that not all Texans were well... so darn "Texas" about things. Then, leaving at lunchtime, seeing these iridescent-yellow-vested "Planned Parenthood Volunteer" young adults and teenagers near the entrance and in the parking lot... who greeted me and said, "We are going to walk you safely to your car. It is up to you if you want to talk to them or not." When I asked if there were protesters every day, they replied yes.

Walking to my car, I smiled and smirked on the inside, not sure why. Perhaps a bit of defiance and "ah yes, we are still in Texas."

You know where I stand on the issue of legal abortions. If not, oh well. Ironically to some of you, I'm going to say Thank God for places and organizations like Planned Parenthood.

 I'M OFFICIALLY MARRIED TODAY.

Texas marriage license, signed sealed and almost delivered to the courthouse. Though our wedding is not for another two months in Canada, in the eyes of Texas, we are husband and wife.

Unfortunately, I'm on nights this month while my man is on days, so that means I only get to see him Friday night through Sunday afternoon every week, and not at all inbetween. Grueling, torturous, and aching.

What do I see upon arriving home from a deliriously exhausting night shift? A letter and flowers. How I LOVE LOVE LOVE my husband. Eek, not even boyfriend, fiance, future husband. But now, my husband! As sickening saccharine as this may sound, he always knows how to make me feel so loved, so beautiful, so perfect (for him), so worthy. Seriously, bind me to him as tight as you can, because we would want it no other way.

Wedding invitations to be mailed out today. So many revisions and delays, RSVP in only 2 weeks. Oops, haha.

The King of Clay... not quite dethroned, but tumbled and humbled perhaps. Rafa Nadal's record streak of 81 straight wins on a surface was doused by Roger Federer. Boo. Hiss. I'll attribute it to his endless days of recent play, and consider it not at all a sign of the French Open future.

I loves mi Rafa.

I've to a myspace now: gyhgyh. Though, not quite sure why I have one. Just 'cause I didn't feel like doing chores one day, so hopped on to link the Shins.

Call me sick, but I love love love my boyfriend!! Let me be one of those girls for this moment. Maybe being on this night rotation is making me bitter of my days and envious of my own weekends.

I take it back. When I rejoiced that this would be the last season of Gilmore Girls, mainly because I think 7 years is a great run, watching that series finale (which completely seemed like a series, and not season, finale - despite not knowing the verdict for a potential next year) made me want to take it all back. As Lorelai said, "It's too soon." I've been a loyal fan all these years, maybe too faithful at times, and knowing I'll be forced into withdrawal as of this moment is indeed saddening.

So so sad. Almost like the most significant part of my TV life has been laid to sleep. Seriously. This is my all-around favorite TV series of all times. What now? These characters, played to excellence by these actors and actresses, these references, these relationships, will not exist in modern television ever again. I am convinced.

I feel satisfied. If it it had to end, this was the perfect way to draw closure. Christiane Amanpour!! The perfect cameo. (The last) Friday night dinner ever. The Townies party for Rory. Ending scene in the diner. Heavy duty Lorelai and Rory time. Lorelai watching Rory sleep. Sam Phillip's lullabies and la-las. All of this was 100% exactly what should be in this particular show's finale.

Now I feel empty, so bare, and I know I'm supposed to feel this way.