Well, I know you people are angry with me because of the stall on the Italy story, but unfortunately I am and have been sick since tuesday night. The anonymous poetess can vouch that yesterday I was truly not on this planet but circling somewhere above the earth in a fever induced orbit. I'm still not really here and certainly not up to the task of blogging about Italy which takes a lot of focus. The good news is that because my mother and I went to Spamalot on tuesday night and despite the fact she doesn't speak english but does love her daughter, I have been able to stalk around my apartment in killer bunny slippers! It does make being sick a little easier to bear.


For those of you who have been following the unfolding story between myself and this blog
you'll realize that monday I went to Brighton Beach for the first time. Unfortunately, I went there in the clothes I was wearing from Sunday night, my long billowy skirt from Paris and a white top. Sitting on the beach I felt like the final scene of Barton Fink.


But on the subway ride to the beach the Grand High Vizier, and I don't remember what prompted this comment, said to me "Psychologically you have a tail."

Bunni: You know there is this site called Scrine where you can post one sentence. I think that has to go up there.

GHV: But it won't make sense out of context.

Bunni: It doesn't make sense in context.

GHV: You act like you have a tail.

Bunni: Well I'm not getting a tail surgically implanted so just get that out of your mind.

GHV: I never said anything about a surgically implanted tail.

Bunni: This is just preemptive. You have all these wierd ideas about biting my nose off. I'm just telling you don't even contemplate a surgically implanted tail cause I'm not getting one.

I think we can all agree that I do psychologically have a tail. Since I abdictated my status as a human being and became a Lapinia (you're still with me right beastmomma?) one of the traits of the specias is the psychological tail. That and big pointed teeth.

OK I promised I was going to go into the office today, but it's going to have to wait until tomorrow. I know, I know, but people it's just one day.

In the interim I would like to suggest that you all go to the open mic at Collective Unconscious on Sundays. There is some truly brilliant material, some of it's painful, true, but really for the most part I've been very impressed. I never knew the anal beads, suicide, and tales of misguided youth could be so entertaining. My favorite line from last night "Sometimes I think the most polite way to say no is just to die."

And no I'm not performing, but I might be attending so you may get a glimpse of the honor of the priviledge that is the Bunni.