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(apologies to the YVers and Mangoes, sick of my story already)

Still. The skinny.

1) Tuesday I had surgery, so now I have like thirty blue stitches in my
face and they hurt like hell, plus itch. It's -- lemme 'splain. No. Lemme
sum up. Got this scar on my lip, was bitten by a dog
when I was six. Was supposed to be a three-part reconstructive process,
they did the first perfunctory surgery when I was six, then when I was
twelve, then they had to wait for my face to "grow up" before they did
the rest. Which they could have done anytime in like the last ten years,
but I didn't care so much so I put it off. Then I figured what the hell.
So. Surgery. OW! Recovering nicely, swollen like a big pink sausage but
they took three stitches out today and the rest come out Monday before my
job interview. Which brings me to

2) Monday, job interview with PBS for a producer gig on their American
Masters doc series. They like me. It looks really good, just gotta
finalize the deal. Of course, I'm gonna come in all swollen and pink --
cover stories and excuses welcome. (The current one is, "I was in a
fistfight with Tom Selleck.")

Plus, I'm still on my B5 jag and trying to write this epic
thing. Which brings me to

3) For this B5 thing, this AU thing, I need anecdotes about angelic
visitation from the mid 1400s. 1460s would especially rock, but anywhere
in the mid-1400s would do. Any religious anecdotes/myths people know of?
Any famous stories of people claiming to be visited by angels during that
time? I'll take whatever you've got. I feel you people know that sort of
thing.

got my cigarettes, still, my soy latte -- got the world in my handbag, got my notebook too --