Oh, I forgot, in WI I'm a 10. My looks aren't what ails me, but still, it doesn't hurt my feelings to get upgraded. By the end of the night I'd settled on the drummer (Waylon) just for fun (talent is sexy) and/or dating the nice man (Michael) who sat next to me at the bar, both of whom were also sober. I did neither, of course, I was very happy to get back to my dog. But it's the principle: here I'd have the pick of (human) litters. And as I am unbearably lonely anymore, that's a worthwhile factor to consider...

I look better, I think, a little healthier (?)

where I was standing when Mark first made contact, outside the bio lab where I didn't want to dissect a frog - from that one refusal to murder an amphibian, three little girls eventually manifested on this earth, in Buffalo, where they have colds and are waiting for me to come back 💗