Death Prone

What's 'great' is waking up sick and feeling that *impact* -- the full impact of your body's betrayal.

I Am Malice's Mucus-Filled Lungs. I exist primarily to offer Malice a preview of death.

And then there's the arduous process of trying to pull yourself together so that you can step out the door and get on with your day.

Could be the drugs I'm taking (crack and crystal meth) but I'm really starting to lose it. Hope that I'm feeling a bit more myself by Halloween Thanksgiving. I get to do a little cooking for the holiday. I've missed cooking for other people. There's something... comforting there.

If I die this week... avenge me.