I can't say I wish I had more time to write here, because I'm pretty happy with what is keeping me so busy right now. But it'd be nice to have more time here to write down what life has been like, mostly for me to have later (because this is supposed to be a diary, after all). I'm back at work on the Oxygen show for a few weeks, doing rewrite work on the pilot, and that has been much more fun than I could have predicted. I'm finishing a recap. I'm finishing the latest draft of the WGAW screenplay. I'm working on the book revisions. And in a couple of days I leave for Aspen.

Valentine's Day, 2000. I'd just returned home from the Aspen Comedy Festival, having gone due to an invitation to see everyone who got in instead of me or my troupe, and I got dumped. "I'm moving out. I love you like I love my brother. I don't want to do this anymore."

If only Me now could have just appeared in that bedroom where I cried my eyes out that night, just to comfort that girl for one evening. I didn't have to remember what I'd said, because it might have jinxed the future. But if I could have said, "Five years. Just give it five years. I promise, everything will be so much better." Twenty-five was a really shitty year for me, and that Valentine's Day kicked it all off hardcore. This Valentine's I'll be flying home from performing at the festival with my husband to our home in Los Angeles. So the poems might be a day late this year. I hope you understand.

"Five years. Fuck all of this right now. It's going to be okay."

I've got to get back to work. I just wanted y'all to know I'm thinking about you, even though I'm a little too busy to stop by lately. Luckily stee's been on a bit of a blogging kick. Ah, it's like old times over there. His life was pretty different five years ago, too.

Anyway, I was thinking about this site and all of you because some of you have been there from the very beginning of it all, and I want to thank you for reading. Just you being there has been a tremendous influence on my life. I feel like I've got a responsiblity to try not to let you down, to push things a little past when I'm afraid, to try things that are new and different. And because I know you're there, it keeps this weird job from ever getting lonely. So thanks for that.

And now, presenting in order of appearance, five songs that will come on shuffle on your iPod when you can't sleep at 2 in the morning, making you say, "Oh, man. This song effing rules." Even if it doesn't. You may just be delirious from exhaustion. MAYBE.

1) "Arthur's Theme (The Moon And New York City)" by Christopher Cross - From the movie Arthur, about which the less discussion the better. Possibly the flightiest, fruitiest, flat-out weirdest metaphor ("When you get caught between the moon and New York City / The best that you can do is fall in love") ever to gay up pop music, this song is otherwise anchored down by some of the most literal lyrics ever ("Living his life one day at a time / He's showing himself a pretty good time / He's laughing about the way / They want him to be"). It's as if Christopher Cross thought himself some kind of Greek Chorus for the movie, and if not for him, we wouldn't understand this deeply impenetrable tale of Dudley Moore drinking and then falling. It would be like if someone had written a theme song for Pretty Woman just called, "(The Character Julia Roberts Plays In This Movie) Spreads Her Legs For Cash, Y'all." On the plus side, the music is written by Burt Bacharach -- which is how this song found its way onto my iPod in the first place -- and the man REALLY knows how to write a pop song. When it comes time for a wailing instrumental and Burt goes with the wailing sax instead of his standard trumpet because he knew what 80s audiences wanted? Damn, that's good theme song.

2) "Good Stuff" by the B-52s - So, a bit of history: this band had five people in it. And then one died, and then they made "Cosmic Thing" and it ruled against all odds, and everyone thought they could do anything, no matter who was in the band. And then Cindy "Chihuahuas And Chinese Noodles" Wilson left, Kate Pierson was the only woman, the B-52s and REM briefly became the same band for six days in 1991, and all hell broke loose. This single off the album of the same name is actually pretty bad, but if you wait forty minutes to get to the chorus, you will be rewarded with eight of the best, most transcendent measures in the entirety of the B-52's collection. Then you will return to wishing you could listen to "Dirty Back Road" instead.

3) "London Calling" by The Clash - Gah! I'm trying to sleep! Shut up, Brit-angst! Gaaaaaaah!

4) "Vanishing Girl" by The Dukes Of Stratosphear - What? Exactly. I won't go into what this song is or who wrote it, but it's available at the iTunes store, and...oh, never mind. I shall love it by myself.

5) "Dance This Mess Around" by the B-52s - I know. My iPod absolutely loves the B-52s. I wanted to go to bed, and my iPod wanted me to party like Athens was burning. In other news: WHY DON'T YOU DANCE WITH ME? I'M NOT NO LIMBURGER! WHY DON'T YOU DANCE WITH ME? I'M NOT NO LIMBURGER!

Good night.

A co-worker said to me, with a dismissive hand shake, "You probably don't remember, but... did you know who Johnny Carson was?"

I was too stunned to say anything other than, "Did you just ask me if I've ever heard of Johnny Carson?"

And she said, "I mean, I know you know he died. But aren't you too young to have ever seen him on television?"

My co-worker thinks I'm thirteen!

My headshot's all blurry and it kind of sounds like our show's a girlie downer what with the dead-dad part right there in the description but we're next to Catherine O'Hara and holy crap this is awesome.

Bitches!: Stars Hollow is thrown in chaos after a piece of history is uncovered, prompting a new page written in the annual Revolutionary War re-enactment. Richard and Emily find a female stray dog who might be related to Jamie Lee Curtis, (urban) mythologically-speaking. Rory and Lorelai lie to everybody. Lorelai is a terrible boss. Hey, someone died! But don't worry about it; nobody really cares.