I’m likely going to die in a fire this weekend. I only tell you this because you’ll miss me. I know you will. You, my mother both, and possibly Ben. RLO, however, will not miss me. I can’t blame him at all. In fact upon my death RLO may bloom into the lovely person I won’t let him be.
I just took out the batteries of every single fire detector in my apartment. Not because I have a death wish but because I couldn’t figure out which one was the cause of the low battery chirp. I’d rather risk death than risk chirping-induced insanity.
Internet I will miss you.