update from solitary hotel room

I have now contributed exactly nine eggs towards the production of little half-gay Jenlets.

When I woke up, one of the nurses marveled at my "perfect makeup." I thought well, it was perfect when I went in -- what exactly were you doing with my face that would make it any different?

The anesthesiologist heard I was a comedian. Then he gave me drugs that made me think I was hi-larious (when, even now, as I am still quite dizzy, it is clear I was not). Highlights:

When the anesthesiologist told me he was going to give me some "relaxation medicine": "That's very flattering, because I hear a lot about roofies and no one's tried to slip me any yet."

As the anesthesiologist was putting in an IV and told me not to move or look: "That's what all the boys say."

When I asked how many eggs had been retrieved and was told it was nine: "Can you tell ahead of time which ones have the best college prospects? Because I can teach them how to take the SAT."

There was more. So much more. Making Jenlets. Need room service. Where IS everybody?