I write to you now, having barely survived the last part of the fashion show I wrote about on Sunday. The first two designers (my friend Khatia and a girl Lara), were very good, but the last one (The Neo Futurist of Tomorrow) had me scared for my life several times. All of his models came out wearing things made with leather and rubber, and dark, and scary and...and...they were throwing around fire! They were actually slinging things with fire on them, and I felt as if I were actually in the movie Tank Girl, or Waterworld, or perhaps even Mad Max. It was very, very scary.

On a lighter note...fall is finally here. If this isn't evident in the air being a bit chillier, the sky being a bit more overcast, or coats being a bit heavier, then it shows in the fact that my morning Starbucks the other day consisted of a hot chocolate instead of a frappuccino or a tazoberry. Ah, fall: I welcome you, and all the Starbucks drinks that you get me to drink.