well, it wasn't food poisoning at all!!!! for the last seven days i have been putty in the microscopic hands of a virus that first takes care of your stomach and then has a field day on your respiratory system. seven days, seven nights. fever so high you need an oxygen mask to read the thermometer. seriously, this has been SOME year so far. the year of the horse is always terrible for a rat.
i missed roberto's birthday. roberto is one of my oldest friends on the list. ( is there any elegant way to edit that sentence to eliminate its amphibology) throughout the years, i have received books, music, posters of his productions at the victoria opera, much love and lots of humor so wicked you could evaporate the polish off your toenails just reading it. robert holliston is our cole porter. and he can cook too. dearest teeno, i sent you a very brief note the other day because i was still too sick to write. i want the whole world to know that you'll always be my sweetheart and that you are the most talented, generous and naughty friend that i've had in years! please be well and send that fucking in questa reggia once and for all. as for me, today i'll have my first solid meal in a week. my throat was to swollen and tight and i could swallow only a little juice or milk a couple of times a day. yummy, something solid at last. i can't make up my mind. what would you choose if you were me, folks? love, wally
