Don’t know what I did in the joy of sitting around yesterday, but I seemed to have pulled something slightly above my left asscheek. Most of the time I’m OK, but if I shift a little, fucking ouch.

One thing that is cliched but absolutely true about getting older, sometimes you just wake up and it hurts.

Quick political observation: Nader is a complete tool. In 2000 there was a debate on as to whether he was giving a much needed wake up call to the system or a wrong-minded egomaniac. I think four years later, we have an answer. My conscience is clear, I voted for Gore.

On the single chick front, I guess the big news is that ““Sex and the City” c’est fini. Apart from the frightening moments in which I drew parallels to their fictional lives and my own actual one (clearly a bellwether of my impending psychotic breach), I will miss the show. Although, I never get so devoted to a show that I see all the episodes in chronological order, so it won’t really matter to my repeat habit.

A friend of mine, currently vacationing in Mexico, will be very disappointed at the rather happy ending of it all. She was rooting for Carrie or maybe Samantha to end up with no one, as some sort of validation of sisters doing for themselves or whatever. I think to my friend the show will have lost something, as though it is saying the whole fabulousity of singleness the show portrayed was a lie, because in the end all women must have a man. Or something like that.

I, myself, am not too sure. I liked the ending. They all have had messy shit ruining their neat little lives, which balances the equation. And, I don’t know, maybe I have a sentimental streak, or maybe I’m pragmatic or realistic, but come on, it’s pretty natural for every member of the human race to want to reach out to someone else in the dark and not go everything alone. I enjoy being single, but not so much that I won’t make the occasional sacrifice, if only to get laid.

I don’t think a happy ending where you end up with a guy necessarily means you have sold out a feminist dream. Of course, maybe I’m tainted at the moment, as I happen to know a guy with whom I like to spend a lot of time.