I’m sick as a dog right now — sore throat, body aches.  Had to cancel time with Faro; hope to at least get out to see sashash  tonight, but not even sure I’ll manage that.

in other news, it’s hard, sometimes, reading everyone’s posts about writers, video games, bands, your use of slang, and other things that remind me how out of place I am here outside of poetry — how little I share with so many of you when it comes to anything except writing and performance.

It’s not about liking or disliking people — it’s about an inability to relate to people or sometimes to even understand the appeal of things that fascinate you.  I’m frequently lonely when I hear you speak and read your posts. 

There are times when I think it’s not an issue, and times when I think it’s huge.  Today, it’s huge.  I’m sorry, but there it is.