I am very tired. I spent most of yesterday with channelinglucy and crew at Disneyland. It was a pleasure, as always. The lines were surprisingly short, given that it was a Saturday, and the good company made them seem even shorter. It also helped that we noticed a couple of baffling fashion trends that provided fodder for discussion:

First, terrycloth jogging suits are apparently in.

Second, young girls who participate in what I can only assume was some sort of junior cheerleading competition—Lucy and friends spotted groups of them praying and flipping—wear matching jogging suits when they visit park attractions in between basket tosses. This is not baffling, for the jogging suits they wear are nylon, and I don't find nylon jogging suits baffling. What I do find baffling is the fact that they all put their hair up and then affix fake hairpieces to the backs of their little twelve year-old heads. They make some effort to match the shiny cascade of curls to their own hair color, but there's no real attempt to make it look real: it's fake. Obviously fake. And all of them had one.

"How many points for touching one of the cheer-toupees?" asked one of Lucy's friends. "I bet they feel like plastic."

"Like Barbie hair," another member of our party speculatively agreed.

"Okay, so one of us obviously has to check on that. But what's next? How would you score points after that?"

"Does anyone have a lighter?" I wanted to know.

I didn't set anyone on fire, but I did enjoy the rest of my evening. By the time I had gotten home, washed my face, and brushed my teeth, it was 2:00 in the morning. I then sprang forward and realized I had to get up in six hours. The company I work for just started offering prep programs for the SAT II exams—they used to be called Achievement Tests—and all of us verbal folks had to get ourselves trained. I drove out to LA, talked about grammar for three hours, and then came home and took a nap. I still haven't managed to fully wake up. That will probably happen just as I lie down and attempt to go to sleep again, because I am a vampire.