So instead I�ll tell you that I�m going out tonight. Cathy and I are going to a party at this old hotel in Hollywood. I don�t really know what to expect, but I am very much looking forward to it; if only because I get to hang out in a cool, Old Hollywood, Art Deco building for the night.

I just have to leave work a little early, so that I can take a nap first, because boy howdy am I kapooped!

Plus, my butt is a little sore.

I walked 4 extra miles of hills on Wednesday, you know, and then D and Jen walked me ragged last night! They walk quite a bit faster than me, as a rule (I�m short, remember?). Last night I was keeping up with them for the last three miles or so (we walked 7, total). It was a great workout, but my bum is paying the price today.

Just thought I'd share.

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I would like to draw your attention to the Chernobyl Children�s Project.

Last night, I watched a devastating documentary on HBO about people living in the areas contaminated after the accident at Chernobyl�s Nuclear facility in the late-eighties. Specifically, the documentary was about children born in the area since, how they have been affected by radiation and how so many thousands are sitting in orphanages which have little money for basic care, let alone to give them the medical treatment they need and deserve. It was heartbreaking and made me want to jump a plane to Russia so I could adopt a baker�s dozen of them, at least.

The film is called Chernobyl Heart (there are a myriad number of heart defects born to these children, due to radiation, but there were all sorts of horrors in this film � children born with massive tumors, with their brains growing outside of their body�all kinds of things; none of them the fault of anyone but the government they had in place at the time, who mismanaged the disaster horribly, and the government now, which is too poor to do much about it).

There was light in the film, also � those doctors and nurses volunteering their time and talents to go to Russia and help these kids. But of course, they are only able to treat a fraction of them. A donation to the Chernobyl Children�s Fund will help further the work of these medical miracle men (and women, but if I said that, the alliteration wouldn�t work).

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Word of the Day for Friday September 10, 2004

wizened WIZ-und, adjective:

Dried; shriveled; withered; shrunken; as, "a wizened old man."

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