Yesterday I had mentioned that I had returned to the living. Well guess what?I was lying. I am a liar. My pants are on fire. Sue me. As soon as I wrote that I got a crazy fever and passed out. And then I tried to eat something which only succeeded in making me totes nosh, as the kids say. I am miserable. I want to die again. My stomach feels like something is clawing its way out. I do believe I have pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicavolcanoconeosis. That’s a real disease. It’s fatal. Side effects include dry mouth and uncontrollable high fiving. My goose is cooked.

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