stutterbug, stutterbug, shame on you.

I went out Wednesday - I went waaaaaaaaaaay out. Machine-gun chit-chat, cartoon frightened eyes and a royal tapestry with three cocks proudly woven into the fabric - this almost sums up my evening. Oh yeah, and Don McKellar was there.

My arms and legs still hurt.

You all go read the apple cored and leave a nice comment for me. I will be visiting the author next week - so go kiss her ass for me.

Tomorrow night's the gala. Goodnight.