i have been made real.  the best kind of grace is annonymous grace -- she's the lucky person who was first to post a comment (actually i was the first, but me and all the employees of publisher's clearing house and their families are inelligible).  as such she gets my gratitude, and a coupon for a free foot massage, redeemable at any public men's room (just pass your foot under, oh yeah, just like that, oooo baby...).  if you want it in the ladies room, you got to give me 24 hours notice to do my hair, and find some pasties.  (but don't the stall dividers go all the way to the floor in ladie's rooms?  and if they do, why the difference?  hmmm...)