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9:31 a.m. - Monday, Mar. 31, 2003 I'm staying at the mercure for a couple of days... if it survives. This morning I asked for an omelett at the omelett bar (oh for crying out loud... an omelet.. you know, eggs and cheese?) at which request he promtly and dutifully blew up his propane cooking station in my brand new face. eggs, cheese, broken china, and the side panels from the stove itself flew everywhere. So on how many levels do you think that little expereince shook Ms Leslie's world? it's two hours later and I'm still shaking. I sat for almost an hour at one of the tables shaking, until the maintenance guy (allegedly) came dragging the re-assembeled stove out for another try. I had lost my appetite by then and made myselfe scarce. I still don't know if it blew a second time. Anyway... I did get a ton of cards while I was in the hospital. For that I'm truly grateful. You know I never really can get over it that someone would put eighty cents on a card f or me. You guys slay me. no.. awit.. let me put that a deifferent way... I also met a reader, Samantha last night. That's a first.... an in the flesh meeting. She doesn't know exactly what her visit meant to me. I'm going to try to write about that later. She deserves an entry all her own. Gotta run. There'll be a line of transexual women around the block waiting for their turn to check their e-mail soon. I do love you guys...whatever the splendor of your gender. 6 comments so far � � |