I have now reached Day 72.
Soon, someone will die. We won't even talk about the dreams I'm having, or the wear and tear on my battery-powered friend. The condition of my psyche and/or my vibrator just isn't a conversation I'm capable of having at this point.
But--as I said--soon someone will die.
However, I may suspend the count for a day or two--LJ has the Death Flu, the same variant I had back around the beginning of December. And it's hard to be angry at a man who looks THAT pathetic. I know how that flu feels. It ain't pretty.
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