I don't feel well today. I have a pain in my right lower rib and side. I may have pulled something, I may have slept wrong or it may be something worse. I feel sick. Kind of a washed up, toxic sick, but with the added business of my rib hurting. Whatever. Who cares what the specifics are. I'm not going to the doctor. Not yet, or ever if I can maintain my stubbornness. If I do die, I'm hoping it will be quicker than this.
I've felt worse, but I always get alarmed when my overall bad feeling lasts more than a couple of days. I really feel bad. So much so that I worked on my will today. In the event of my death, I have a notification letter that will auto-email if I don't constantly reset the send date. This will go out to 2 people, mainly to give them a heads up to come take care of my pets. But they will also be instructed to call my mom and father-in-law. The information about my will is on the computer, not really notarized or particularly well thought-out, even.
Not sure why I'm writing this. I just feel like I may not get better, and so I should say something. What that is, I have no idea. Goodbye? It's been nice decomposing with you?
Saturday, February 16, 2019
The drama queen who cried wolf

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