I sit on my bed, watching Graham Norton on BBC America. Big fan.

I notice that my gatos, my spittin kittens, my hell cats, sit dangerously close to eachother. Once they notice, there will surely be feline hell to pay. Until then, peace.

The one glass of wine I have allowed myself ebbs ever away. I ponder opening another bottle, I don't have to work tomorrow after all. Sweet sweet sleep is mine. I have just returned from seeing Wall E at the El Capitan in jolly ole Hollywood. Amazingly I spent $28 for the ticket alone.

(for those not aware) These VIP tickets include a souviner bucket of popcorn and a drink. The fun part of the El Cap is the pre-show. Actual stage show with dancers in costumes. Not bad eh?

the other experience is just being on Hollywood and Highland. We ran into a street stunt on the Jimmy Kimmel show. I think we are on TV...I could be wrong.

If anyone has been to Hollywood and Highland...you will know that the street is littered with celebrity impersonators. they make their living by you wanting to take your picure with them.

I noticed a particulry nice facsimile of captin jack sparrow. Once we passed he bagan to walk behind us. it was then that i tripped on a hole in the cement and fell to my knees, just in front of the good looking captain jack. Still in character he asked "are you allright love' I had skinned my knee. Here is another strange part to my night...Miley Cyrus has added me as a friend on her facebook. At least I THINK its her. Why wouldn't it be, I am Disney after all? Why WOULD it be? Interesting. The saddest part of the night is the fact that my bed is littered with books, and remote controls and cell phones and journals and all things not male.