I woke up sick . . . I think whatever little sister Elina has / had got into me too. It’s OK . . . I don’t mind. I reckon such a thing is an inevitability when you share the same apartment for three days. Elina is essentially my part-time roommate. We share food and weed and air and so on, and now too our sicknesses.

Bethany says, of Elina:

And so I slept till the late afternoon on account of this sickness, and forced myself out of bed purely to drink a liter of water and make my big-ass smoothie. After about half an hour I started to feel feverish . . . it came upon me suddenly. My head was burning and I became weak. I wrapped myself in a blanket and lay on the couch for a while . . . and passed out! And I don’t just mean I “fell asleep”—I mean I full-blown lost consciousness. When I awoke, the sun had set and outside my windows I saw only blackness. The fever had passed and I felt OK again. This feeling of OK-ness has persisted. Hopefully it stays that way . . . I’m supposed to go bowling tomorrow night!

The whole point of a fever is that it raises the temperature of your body to fight off an infection. Was this fever so potent that it did its job in such a short amount of time?? Whoa . . .

In a little over a week I’m flying back to the United States to film the first few episodes of this show I’ve been working on. I’m going to New York and Chicago and Los Angeles and the Bay Area . . . maybe a few other places. If I can get two or three of those episodes done, I’ll be so happy. I’ll write more about it later! But for now here’s THE RIG I’ve put together:

I got a 50mm lens on the way, and next I’ll get a 30mm . . . that should suit me DOWN TO THE GROUND for this thing I’m making, whatever it is . . .

Anyway: it is now five in the morning here in the doom metropolis which is called Berlin, and so I’m going to sedate myself with a hero dose of Trazodone and hope for the best. What else can a fine American like myself do??