I've changed my mind

As I am wont to do, I've changed my mind. I am so completely stressed out at the moment between impending surgery and dealing with dragging my grandma and aunt all over the country to NYC, I determined this afternoon that I need the vibes of my closest friends, so I have sent this address out to a select few. So, if you are one of those few, what you are about to read is for you only. The only non-family that knew about this trip was my boss and Wendy. Please don't share it with a bunch of people, particularly people with whom I might work. The other rule is, as soon as I am able after my surgery, I will send an e-mail out regarding my condition (or my honey can do it for me). If the surgery is not successful, I do not want to be comforted, and I don't want to discuss it in any way, shape, or form. I need your good energy for the next few days. Please start with the first post below to find the full story as to why.

And now, a random thought from the flight up: Who on earth buys the porn you see on the newstands at the airport?! They always have at least Playboy and Penthouse, yet you never see someone on a plane with the centerfold stretched across the aisle. Perhaps that is one of those things you only see in first class. I certainly would know nothing about that.

And also: I can see the CNN building from the window of our hospital-subsidized apartment here (a fabulous Upper West Side apartment, I might add...one might even call it a de-luxe apartment in the sky). Assuming everything works as planned, by my second or third trip up here I might just be pretty enough to go over there and stalk Anderson Cooper. Craig baby, it has been a nice ride, but I am going to have to leave you for my favorite newshunk. ;-)