In the kitchenette today the man beside me smelled like someone I used to love. I don't remember who. I wanted to ask him what it was but decided I'd come off creepy.

I'll try to smell him again tomorrow.

Maybe I shouldn't have had that grande cappuccino? (My tummy is growling sooo loud this morning the guy sitting across from me keeps hearing it and trying to figure out where the sound is coming from ... )

I went to a comic book convention on Saturday. Whoa. Stereotypes abound.

Lunch with Walt and Louise Simonson. Charmed, to be sure. Walt, Weezie, William and myself. I had the french fries. (Wicked good, too.) We talked about hairstyles and ice cream and poets and grandchildren and chat rooms. Walt announced that he liked me, bought one of his Thor books and gave it to me. He signed it to "Lois" and drew three hearts.

Jumping up and down and clapping and clapping.

A is apparently moonlighting as a smut-writer for the fine workaday gents at Gallery magazine. I told him I was jealous and that he would surely grow up to be Anais Nin. He said I would surely be Henry Miller. I know he was trying to be flirty but I think Henry was a bit of a bum and a drunk so I wasn't sure quite how to take that but he smiled when he said it so I'm I guess it was okay. He uses a pseudonym for his porno penning.

That may be my dream job.

Booked a comedy show in New Hampshire tomorrow morning. Yeah, comedy in the morning - always a *fabulous* idea. And you know how I love the commutes. We leave tonight at 5:30, I don't know all the comics on this trip, but I know two: a grumpy man from Detroit who always manages to insult the audience and a magician. Maybe coins will appear from my ears. For four hours and a half hours. However do they do that?