Last night I was at a birthday party for a dear and sweet friend who knows a lot of smart people. Also in attendence were famous authors, aspiring filmmakers, well-known columnists and assorted other creative success stories. It's the sort of gathering that makes you feel inspired, depressed, inferior and superior all at once. I mean -- I doubt anyone else at the party enjoyed a day full of TiVo on Friday! Sometimes it's nice to blissfully believe that all of life's questions can be answered in 44 minutes of Dawson's Creek. On the other hand, I'm sure I'm just trying to console myself.

Actually, my favorite part of the whole evening was when one of the aforementioned web-celebs thought my leg brace was part of my pants, and complimented me on my (and I quote) "industrial chic." Of course I had to admit that said brace was medically necessary.

Have I mentioned that whole torn ACL thing yet? I have an MRI scheduled for Thursday, which really makes me wish I didn't watch so much ER.

I hate it when I'm forced to mention TV shows twice in one blog.