What to say when you have nothing to say?

At the risk of being reprimanded again for not posting enough, I decided that today I shall post. But I have nothing to say. Two and a half weeks ago, I nearly collapsed from physical exhaustion and wound up with a flu-like sickness. It lingers today. Twice I thought I had recouperated and immediately jumped into my tights thinking that I was once again Gay Superman and overdid it. I would up flat on my back sick again (not a cute position for a top!)

Not even a Z-pack helped these old bones get better. Gotta love a virus, right? Ugh! Nothing to do but rest & wait. Ah well. Hopefully this weekend will bring some well-deserved R & R. (and I don't mean rubber & rimming). Well, maybe a little.

The worst part of not feeling well . . . I'm not at the Palace! In addition to having withdrawl, I fear that there might be another one of those nasty uprisings and my place in the Tinkerbell Legion may be at risk! Never fear, I'm wearing my fairy wings about the hospital ward! Now I just need my Puerto Rican nurse to start wearing hers!

I Can't Wait for the Weekend to Begin . . .

And what a weekend it shall be . . .

My Puerto Rican roomie arrives tomorrow evening. Two queens each battling for the crown . . . one Puerto Rican and one a gringo scorpio . . . can the two survive? Time shall tell . . .

And the event of the season . . . Mrs. Astor's big wedding Sat. evening. All of society (and a number of peasants) will be there. I still don't have a thing to wear! Are feathers in this season? Well, if all else fails, resort to good old musical theatre garb . . . glitz & tits! Never fails!

What a bonehead!

Without going into a big long story, don't you just hate it when you send someone an email or text message intended for someone else? Yep, I did it! Monday! So much for courtship! What a bonehead!