So…I’ve managed to crack a rib somehow. And catch a cold. Which, when it’s a coughing cold, is…not…fun. So I’m writing this with a 100+ fever. Yaaay! So if I’m a little loopy…yaaaay! Wait, no, boooooo!
Sometimes I get a little…um…panicked. When I’m ill. Like, “OHMIGAWD CORY I’M GONNA DIE. I’VE CAUGHT SOMETHING HORRIBLE AND INCURABLE AND I’M GONNA DIE.” But, being perfectly, not at all feverishly rational, will typically refuse to see a doctor on the grounds that they might find that I’m ACTUALLY GOING TO DIE. And part of me wants to live in the sweet bliss of ignorance that I might live for just a few more days.
…I’m the same way about flying.
Which is odd, because I’ve done a lot of flying in my life.
STILL NOT DEAD.
Sooooooooooooooo today Cory came up with the best reason I should NOT die. Because he said that he’d finish LeyLines in my absence. Except he’d only re-use pieces of previous pages. And he’d make the story all about how Tama desperately wants to be acknowledged as a great stage magician, but he’s actually completely terrible and everybody knows it.
Never have I been so convinced to keep living, until now. This man knows me so well. SO. WELL.
I’m also learning that I like capital letters when sick. WEHEEEEEEEE
Has anyone ever threatened something ridiculous to motivate you about doing something?