are only slightly exaggerated: my health has crumbled and my mind is like scrambled eggs - I have barely moved in the last week and only slept every second night or so. I am still coughing like someone twice my age, while my liver is in revolt against me and I’m having some trouble putting down the insurrection: I’d start a revolution if I could get up in the morning, but instead I’ve been lying around groaning in pain or else killing time reading very violent gay porn or both.

But though I am feeling less than human, or all-too human, I am alive, and the last thing I want is for this blog to become some chronicle of decline. Decadence, sure.

And my days are overlapping.