This is upsetting me more than I can say. Not that 60-year-old women can't shop at Victoria's Secret just like the rest of us, and she isn't wearing the lacy stuff, just the cotton ones, but I don't like knowing that I wear the same underwear as my mother. Mothers are supposed to wear those big nylon jobs, not the nice fun colorful ones. She's supposed to buy them for me at Christmas, not the other way around.

I don't know. A line has been crossed somewhere, that's all I'm saying.

Okay, kids, only 100 days to the Millennium. My big question is, what are all the post offices and department stores and other people who have those big countdown clocks going to do with them once New Year's is over? Count down to 3000?

By the way, I kind of like how we all just decided that 2000 is the new millennium when we all know it technically isn't. All the award shows, sports events, being touted as the last whatever of the millennium. It's the same thing as how we all just decide to change the clock a couple of times a year.

It gives me quite a sense of unity. Plus, anytime anyone wants to ignore a law of mathematics is fine by me.

I just got home from giving my first closing argument in Advocacy. We meet once a week in sections of eight (my section is the grrrl-power one... by some scheduling fluke there aren't any guys in it) and everybody does one side or the other of different parts of a criminal and civil case, so we only have two people doing the same thing each time.

Tonight I was the plaintiff's counsel in the civil case. I have to say that I really surprised myself, because I wasn't that nervous. Theater training comes in handy in law, no doubt about it, and it's a comfortable setting, a bunch of your classmates who don't know any more than you. I went over the argument all day today and really felt comfortable with it. I never dreamed I would be able to get in front of people with a two-page outline and talk for ten minutes. I even had to cut some of it out because I kept going over when I was rehearsing, although I felt like I blew through it tonight.

I'm sure that my experience over the summer helped as well, and that's exactly what I wanted from it. I've stood up and talked without any notes whatsoever to a big mean judge, so I can certainly handle seven girls from my class.

Based on one episode that I watched with one eye and the sound turned off through half of it, "Once and Again" has become a permanent fixture on Limelight. The parts I did both see and hear were wonderful, and even the little black and white stuff worked better than I thought it would. Plus Billy Campbell is positively dreamy. I first saw him five or six years ago on a show called "Moon Over Miami" (with Ally Walker, the former "Profiler"), which I loved but got cancelled after half a season.

Maybe I'll start obsessing over him. I haven't had a good celebrity fixation since Chris O'Donnell, and the fact that he just had a baby pretty much does it for me, although I've actually been over him for quite some time. It was downhill ever since the engagement was announced.

Maybe Billy Campbell isn't married.

Argh, I'm sure he is. He's got that "one-woman man" look about him. He's probably married to his high school sweetheart and has a pack of darling little children.

Argh.