ai, nen. i'm back from the land of la, from glaring at gwen stefani in market parking lots, running into ishmael merchant and nancy reagan and angelyne, from targets to near misses, and now what. first, i get on the plane in honolulu and the front headline of the pdn is about a volcano erupting over the weekend. ba-zoing. okaaaay. i've been back a week with unspecific jitters (earthquake? car crash? terrorism? snakes up the drainpipe? ingrown toenail?) and just about to calm down until 2pm today when the most heinous deejay in the world (tm) announced we are in typhoon condition 2. another effing typhoon. i'm awash with anxiety.