fever of 101, death

this will be in fragments because i can't think, or roll my eyes, or move really. i have a high fever. it hurts. i need to write or do something. to waste time i watched the motorcycle diaries. fantastic film. gael garcia bernal is not only a genius but the sexiest man under 5'11 to walk the universe. ugh. kill me. and save my body for when gael is ready to take it. moving on, it was about che guevara, before he took over Cuba, about a road trip that taught him about the peoples of South America. completely inspirational. did you know that i once too strongly believed in socialism? i shouldnt have written that online, dont they have black lists for writers like me? see you on the dark side.

pictures from the best weekend (prior to my getting incredibly sick)