Well, the non-smoking dealy has been going really well. I haven't had a cigarette since my birthday, primarily because I am still breathing with the strength of a 90 year old with emphysema. So that part of my plan to swear off fags has been rather successful. Unfortunately, my coup d'etat has not been complete, as I went to see Erasure last night with my mother. It was only about halfway through the show--when Andy Bell stripped down to nothing but a corset and leather underwear (and the corset came off soon afterwards)--that I realized that perhaps these fellows were homosexual and I had, unintentionally, crossed my own mental boundary. I had a great time though. Fabulous, really.