Today is a much better day than yesterday by leaps and bounds.

Yesterday I saw the play Fat Pig by Neil LaBute. It made me mad, angry, and upset. I will probably post more about this at a later date when writing about it doesn't make me lose my current blissfully joyful mood.

Today I have received tons of compliments, emails from long-lost friends and brothers, spoke on the phone with Tom Hulce (you may remember him from such movies as... oh... hrmm... Amadeus.) and Rosemary Harris (sometimes known as Aunt May). I have to go shopping for a fancy dress and shoes this weekend because I'm going to be a volunteer at a very important and VIP filled Drama League benefit/event on Monday. And, best of all, while formatting a document (which is actually rather soothing and nice to do... even when said document is over 400 pages long and I have to hit delete every 3 lines to remove odd spacings) I've been listening to my all time favorite, This American Life. So far... I'm on my third episode. Love 'em.

Now, I share with you both why I love my brother Alex, and why I love Iron Chef. Alex sends me an email in which he does the normal response/hows-it-going chit-chat and then... BAM!

"Haturi-son, it looks like the Iron Chef is making a salmon roe sorbet, which he says, will be garnished with frizzled leeks and a tiny human fetus!" flaky japanese actress: "oh, I've never had that before!" Chairman Kaga : "Oh, they're delicious!"

Then... Alex goes on to talk about how annoying it is to listen to music (I believe he said "Algerian Rai music") when it's catchy, but impossible to sing along with... Which is how I feel when listening to my crazy bollywood soundtracks, or the soundtrack to Frida. I just end up wailing "aaaaaiiiiii ja ma ku gaahh... en quaaaail ya!" Which makes no sense to me whatsoever.

So, anyway, his fabulous email made me laugh out loud, but now I must get back to why I'm really staying in my office late, to listen to TAL and format documents.