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First a rhyme written for me by my friend, Dave: My name's Danielle/I like to sing/Don't you like my funky ass ring?/It's getting late/Time to go home/I'll see you tomorrow/I'm tired as a stone.

Thanks, Dave. Who knew you were such a dope MC?

A crazy week draws to a close and I am a bundle of mixed emotions. On one hand, I am so completely exhausted that I cancelled pretty much all my plans this weekend, except for one family oblgation (my cousins, triplets, turned 1 yesterday, so...a party with screaming children and family members ready to level guilt trips aplenty for my non-communication awaits me).

On the other hand, I am ready to get down 'till the get down. And I have no idea what that means, but I'm READY for it! I'm tired, but ready to rock.

I'm also ready for SPRING. We had a taste this weekend, but it got cool again this week. It didn't help the situation that Kimberly came back from a wild few days in L.A. with tales of gorgeous weather and hedonistic exploits. It took me back to my days in L.A. Young, stupid, stressed out, but the weather was glooooorious...I do miss it. Very much.

There was a period when I thought about moving back to L.A. almost every damn day of my life. This period was as recent as the beginning of last summer. But you know, I started feeling better about my life in general and stopped romanticizing my experience in L.A.

It would be very easy for me to go there now and get set up. I have done a good job of staying in touch with all of my peeps and they are all doing very well. And it is very lovely, smog and ghettobirds notwithstanding.

Sure, New York is dirtier. And harder. But I like it like that.