Hunkered down in my plague-cave in between the fog of sleep, pills and this bizarre Ethiopian voodoo tea I now know how to make. Yesterday slept from 4:30 in the afternoon til 5:30 the next morning, now getting ready to do it all over again. Bob Seger plays through the haze, the pill bottle jangles happily every time I reach for it and my lungs rattle with the dirge of Death itself every time I wheeze through the hellish visions in the moments Im coherent.

Apologies to the Puget Sounds Kiteboarding Association, Melissa’s going away party and all the good times missed out on from the Haunted Forest. I blew this weekend in half but its not the end of the world, this will end soon enough.