Theatre of Cruelty xiii: music and poetry iii
this is late because my dog got sprayed by a skunk
God, I thought I was ready for the launch of my new book, but I feel like I have been hit by a train. I think the train is probably actually called Seasonal Affective Disorder, which I do not experience as depression as much as an overwhelming desire to get into bed, and not leave until some time in early May.