Update:
Not dead. Not even sick, although I have a slight headache and I can now see through time. This brings me to these possible conclusions:
1) I
am dead, I just don't know it yet; in which case I landed in hell because I'm still at work.
2) I am invincible or quite possibly a god of some sort.
3) I stumbled upon a conspiracy by the Frigidaire corporation. Refrigeration apparently is
not required as previously thought and all "perishables" can be left at room temperature, probably forever. By getting rid of these "earth murder boxes" we can reverse global warming. Spread the word!
By the way, Hoppy2468, you owe me $10.
I want to have a good body, but not as much as I want dessert. ~ Jason Love
There is no pie in
Nighthawks, which is why it's such a desolate image. ~ Happy Stomach
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