on my real player... Ida "Maybelle"; "Les Etoiles Secretes"; "Shoe-In"   on the page... J.K. Rowling Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire   on my toes... metallic rouge   completely touched by... Laine's offer to fly down for the long weekend to take my mind off things. Sometimes I seriously look up at the sky and thank the shiny, lucky stars and planets for friends like these.   craving... Montmartre and the steps of the Sacré-Couer. Oh for a time machine to travel back to my Paris trip just one year ago. Or the money and the gusto to go again in the present. Or at least the very, very, very near future.   also touched by... The young man in Jamba Juice this afternoon explaining how email works to his friendly, elderly neighbor at a nearby table. As the only other wired counterpart in the place, I flashed him a smile of solidarity and secretly awarded him the good deed points that Laine likes to disperse so generously.   bravado... I ventured out alone to the most romantic, feel-good movie of the year on the most couple-ly, movie-going night of the year. And, indeed, I was the only single person in the place. But just seconds into Amélie it no longer mattered. I was charmed. I was smitten. I was dreaming.   cure for my maladies... I managed to escape the tears that consumed me in the first part of my telephone call to Laine tonight by listing off all of the groceries that I had bought at Fresh Fields. But bless her, she stuck it out. Perhaps not as freakishly psychotic as a four-page psychiatric evaluation decorated with glitter, but it's close.   on tap... Botanical gardens anyone?