morbid thought
After The Thing Happened in Seattle, I felt like such a pariah. I'd lost one of the most important things to me: the sense that if my doom finally came (which I'd been braced for since at least age 12 when my dad died), i would be widely missed, loved, and mourned.
And I was thinking about that just now, and how much fun it's been not just living with Peg down here, but having this little place with all of you and watching my circle of friends endure and even grow.
And I do feel loved, and I feel like if I were to suddenly become a Tragic Young Victim... people would miss and romanticize and mourn for me.
And that ain't as much comfort as not catching this would be. :) But it's still a comfort. And I'm very grateful for it. Whatever happens, love you all. Let's all wash our hands and not die, mmkay?
morbid thought
@zebratron2084 I distinctly doubt I can achieve lichdom by washing my hands!
“This is a 30’ by 20’ room cluttered by old books too mildewed to read and scrolls too faded to be legible. At the back of the room, a hooded creature is slathering it’s skeletal hands with gloop from a veritable wall of ancient hand sanitizer bottles. “My precious, my precious!” it repeats to itself in a sibilant hiss.”
