More to record what’s happening now and how far in advance it started happening. It’s three full days to doomsday, and the nausea and inescapable anxiety has started. I took a dose of pepto bismol but it may not be enough. Moving to get the bucket prepared, starting to sweat with sickness, sure sign I’ll puke. Too familiar. Might be a TPK after all.
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Spontaneous ∂erivation 
Birthdays are more personal sorts of holidays, aren’t they? Mine is coming up in ten days, and I was thinking if yours is continuing to be so awful, you could have mine for the happy fun part.
It’s not like I’d stop using it, of course, but it’d be a different day, except one that’s fully used to being a birthday, and so has all the right accessories in its closet.
Pericat, :) Thank you.