this morning woke up with the plan that i would pack and slip out of the guest room. unfortunately, barbara has left for work. justin is drinking a beer to calm himself down and he has been talking for the last hour and a half. i’m waiting for his research assistant to pick him up. justin really liked the computer camera and talked for forty five minutes but i don’t think you want to see the whole thing and i can’t figure out how to download a one minute clip that is really quite poignant.
i am so close to escape. . . . and i’m not scared of airplanes. they get you the hell out of situations.
p.s. i was making my escape because he was getting a bit hostile, and in fact, the sweetest thing then happened: the building manager ursula said “hey, just let me drive you to the airport” when i asked her how to get a cab. she went to get her car. justin came down to the lobby, in full fury. he declared that he had finally figured out what i am–a superconman and that he has become a superconman detector. he then started trying to shove me against the wall. ursula showed up in her car and we went outside. he tried to get her to agree to help him against this superconman. she was completely baffled but hustled me into the car. we left him shaking his fist at us. it was very very sweet for her to drive me to the airport. sometimes the kindness of strangers is very very very important. thank you ursula!!! now i just have four hours of reading the national enquirer, ok, life and style, people and the globe before i can get on a plane. . . . . .