So I heard the new Yeah Yeah Yeah’s song and it sucks!  I’m so disappointed, I love “Fever to Tell”, it makes me wanna’ break stuff and shake my butt in people’s faces.  Or something like that.  But this new song sounded like Cat Powers, who I can’t stand, crossed with “No New Tale to Tell” by Love and Rockets, with a little “I wanna’ be Siousxie Sioux” thrown in.  I think they said they “want to go in a different direction” which is understandable, but can’t it be a good direction?  Don’t throw away everything that made you interesting.  Anyway, maybe this song is a fluke, although I doubt it.  I also just missed the new Morrissey song, which made me sad.  Morrissey is headlining SXSW, which I can’t go to, which makes me sad, although I saw Morrissey in London in the best concert ever, which real English soccer hooligans singing along to every word and chugging pints behind me.  I also went to Manchester and got to experience first hand exactly what made Morrissey so depressed.  So really, missing him at SXSW is not that big of a deal.  Plus, I’m still pissed at him for cancelling the show at the Backyard I had tickets to year before last when the bastard ticket agent didn’t refund any of my fees.

On a completely differerent note, we start Childbirth Classes tonight.  Seinfeldian question:   why is it called childbirth when you give birth to a baby?  I guess “baby birth” sounds funny.  Anyway, I’m looking forward to it, although I’m afraid they will show videos like the ones Ashley’s class watched which will scare and frighten me.  Right now I’m excited about the whole “childbirth thing” it sounds really neat and exciting that one moment your kid is inside you and the next it’s out in the world, crying its first audible cry.  I don’t want to be a whiny butt and I want to have nerves of steel and not scream and cry.  Drugs should help.  Anyway, I’m trying to be optimistic, because I figure that certainly can’t hurt, right?  Plus, I’ve got hips the size of a Buick, which I always thought would come in handy some day;)  Anyway, we’ll see if they can scare all the confidence right out of me tonight.

I had a dream last night that I’d had my baby and I was taking her out shopping and she was very cute and I was changing her diaper, and then some sort of alien came in and pricked her and me and we started oozing this white goo.  And then my dream turned into an episode of the X-Files, except that it was the “first season” in my dream, and in that season they had different actors and Samuel L. Jackson was either Mulder or Mr. X.  I am such a dork, I actually looked up that guy’s name b/c I could not remember it, but I knew it was played by the guy who was on 21 Jump Street.  Thank God for IMDB!