Note from Rafa:

I am in the hospital for observation.

I've been having minor seizures, combined with heat fevers. Doctors want to keep an eye on me and run more tests.

I'm cognizant, fussy, and belligerent as a horned up bull, fix'n to mount and fuck a matador's asshole. In other words...I'm fine!

I, also, want everyone  to know, that Mark, although beautiful to look at,  is not near as funny or clever with words, he can barely form proper sentences, for God's sake, but that I will feed him things to say, as my energy level and thoughts allow.

I am not allowed my typer, so I will have to go back to the stone age, putting pen to actual paper, then,  pray dingleberry does what he is told, and types EXACTLY what I tell him to type.

He's grumbling, but when I get out of here I'll know if he does it right.  If not, there will be HELL to PAY!  I'll have to sublease Spartan's dungeon for at least the next year...if not longer.

I want to thank everyone for their comments and prayers these past couple weeks, as they have helped keep me strong.  I've tried my best to keep it all together, but have finally given into the idea that something is seriously wrong.  They don't think it's cancer, but say that I am having, "unusual brain activity".  Whatever the FUCK that means! 

My prayers, currently, are being directed inward, but my thoughts are still with those of you that have come to mean so much to me over these past several months.  Sorry to be so selfish, but I figure, being gay, I'm going to Hell anyways, like tacking on a little selfishness is gonna tip the fucking scale one way or the other.

Rafa