Sunday, Dec. 07, 2003 | 8:06 PM

Matt, the beautiful boy wrote me the most beautiful email. God I just adore him.

At the end of the email he asked me to call him. Before I was able to do it, I had to sit on my bed and rock back and forth for forty five minutes, occasionally giggling and hugging myself. Then I had to have a conference call with Lynn. Then I had to drink five glasses of water. Finally, I worked up the courage to phone him. He wasn't in. So of course I had to leave the dumbest answering machine message ever in which I wound up forgetting my own phone number and repeating myself. I am such a fool. I have never ever been so giddy over a boy. I like him so much I've gone retarded. Speech fails me. All I can do is grin like the village idiot. He definitely wins the greatest boy in the world award as far as I'm concerned. I wish he was here right now because I would give him a backrub and we would listen to Nick Drake together and talk for another ten hours.

I am the luckiest girl in the whole world. L'Amour est absolutement belle.