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If this is supposed to be some sick idea of a joke, it ain’t funny. 

I'm watching a very interesting tv show about trying to find Noah's Arc and there is an astronaut in it. I did not expect to see an astronaut, and now I'm learning about Jim Irwin. But only a little bit, because this is still about finding Noah's Arc.

How I can get ill in this place is beyond me, I’m not exactly exposed to many elements or germs. And here I lay, on my death bed, writing memoirs about how I want people to remember me. Well, maybe that was a little bit dramatic, but still, life is fucking me over and has been for the past few days.

It's another Hedwig group rehearsal day, which is probably a good thing because I'm so jittery with excitement that I have no idea what I'd do without rehearsal to funnel that energy into. Granted, rehearsal is probably the reason for said energy, but who said I had to make any sense?

I think I have spent half the night dozing in front of the open fire which is unusual for me but nevertheless rather refreshingly relaxing. I’d accept company only provided you didn’t disturb the calm that I seem to have achieved right now.

You know you have problems with a Swedish furniture shop when you dream you had an IKEA related death while ABBA played dramatically in the background. Seriously, that’s not the way I want to go. I want my death to be cool, like saving Ryan Gosling or getting into a fight with a Moose. Not being crushed by self assembly furniture.

I’ve been to a lot of gyms before, but I don’t think I’ve ever actually woken up in one before... Anyone care to explain where the fuck I am?

I found a new friend.  He's furry everywhere except his little nose and the inside of his ears. Little tiny ears. We're eating sunflower seeds.