I beg your forgiveness, Enthusiasts. Slim pickings ’round here lately. This is a symptom of the poisonings, apparently. Chemo Fog, it is called. Makes sentences into hills, paragraphs into unconquerable mountains. What I’m good at right now is watching movies I’ve seen a dozen times: I am positively Olympian at that shit. Blankly cruising around the internet.
And I should slow down with medications. Mustn’t let the cure be worse than the disease.
In addition, many of you have sent in donations or gifts, and at least the majority of you were not thanked properly. A group of you chipped in to send me an incredible collection of Garcia’s art, and I barely mentioned it. Damn rude of me. Please know that I meant to take pictures and write all about it, but it’s just been slightly beyond me. I’m gonna get my shit together; I can feel my shit coalesce.
I’m as disappointed as you are.