If I die, please cremate me and scatter in pacific ocean, and remember to put up my memorial bench with otter reading a book bronze statue, and I want my friend rob to be my literary executor...
holy fuck my head and neck hurt. i am losing it over here.
note to self, get flu shot in october next year, if I'm not dead by tomorrow.
whoever wrote all those hypochondria inducing articles in those 1977 readers digests can go fuck right off. they are NOT helping this situation.
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