I am in love with the idea of creating a burlesque routine about to sassy, female lumberjacks. HOT!

The meds for my tremors are causing unusual dreams (a proclaimed side effect). I had a dream that one of my derby teammates had a daughter who was a baseball. A good deal of time in the dream was spent wondering about how she would breast feed a baseball.

Summary of the burlesque show this weekend: I think I did a pretty darn good job. I will shamelessly indulge in praise for a moment. A friend wrote, "You were the perfect 'classic' pinup girl, with contemporary sass, punk-attitude, and self posession. You commanded the stage with more strength and fun than anyone else who went out there that night." The friend may have a bias but I don't care. It felt good and it felt right where I was supposed to be. MORE MORE MORE! That's what I want.