April 28, 2002 | 3:22 PM

Last night I went out for dinner with Angus and some friends.

We got tipsy and went to a Karaoke bar.

I Sang,

You don�t own me

Don�t try to change me in any way

You don�t own me

Don�t tie me down �cause I�ll never stay

And don�t tell me what to do

And don�t tell me what to say

And please when I go out with you

Don�t put me on display

I�m young and I love to be young

I�m free and I love to be free

To live my life the way I want

To say and do whatever I please

It felt really, really good.

I ran into my friend Ilana who I haven�t seen in a billion years. She just got into Johns Hopkins for their masters in neuroscience program.

She is a strong, strong woman. She took off in 1996 and traveled all over the Middle East alone. She wandered around Egypt and Israel, without a plan and hardly any money. Like some kind of personal (secular) pilgrimage.

Perhaps it was the combination of the singing and seeing her that allowed me later on to unleash my rage at Angus when he pulled his �Be My Therapist� bit.

I am feeling very, very strong right now.

Don�t even try to stop me.

Love and Rage are my two favorite emotions.

Thank you Jessica.

I forgot to tell you that last night I dreamed about your painting.