I VANT TO BE ALONE

When I called galestorm this morning to cancel our get-together this evening due to my continued cold, she told me I had a great gravelly, after-cigarettes Greta Garbo voice going and I told her it was most definitely the only sexy thing about me today. Still is, although the voice is starting to fade into hoarse croaking. Ribbit I’m so bummed because I can’t get my hands on my rubber stamps, see hers, give her magazine back, eat Chinese hot-and-sour soup and go to choir. My brother is arriving tomorrow night and I had better not still be producing great...