SICK AND TIRED

Sorry for no posting last week. I have been pathetic, mentally and physically. I was not meant to be sick and poor. For the last week I have been terribly sick with the flu. I also still don't have my credit cards or ATM card three weeks after the robbery. I am getting really frustrated. Right now, they are in a DHL package in Mexican customs. FOR THREE FUCKING DAYS AND NO IDEA WHEN THEY WILL BE RELEASED!!!! I'm a little stressed.

Why did the fucker have to take my clothes and my contacts and my glasses. Is there a market for blind giants I was unaware of. I wear the same shoes all the time, I have only one belt, the replacement glasses I bought here are not so great and are really ugly. I don't want to spend any money in case the cards don't come through. My friends and family have been great in helping me -- BUT I SORT OF HATE BEING HELPED. Maybe I should get over that.

On the plus side, I played last night and they loved me. I got a note addressed to Señor Pianista. Very sweet. I do look good in my one suit. I have lost a lot of weight due to sickness and depression. I did make creamed spinach yesterday for a gringo Thanksgiving dinner -- then they cancelled the dinner.

My friend Juan Carlos is taking me to see a wrestling match tonight. That should be fun. Maybe half naked sweaty men groping each other will cheer me up. If that doesn't do it, nothing will, right?

Thanks for the therapy session everybody, I hope I'll have something amusing to say next week.

Affectionately yours, GAGGinMexico fmarlman@aol.com