Ever since a possessed doll showed up in my doorstep and began to haunt my house, I've

learned quite a few things about fear.

Everything from blood curling howling outside my bedroom door at midnight to the sudden

chilling realization that one is being watched.

I thought all these experiences would have prepared me for anything.

This coronavirus shit is somehow scarier than living with an actual demon, at least with

shit waffle, and yes, I named the evil doll shit waffle.

If you didn't know this already, then you should probably read the first seven posts I

made about it.

Anyway, at least with shit waffle, there's the knowledge that if I get killed, which

is unlike Lee since I think that we're pretty cool nowadays, the world will go on, even

after I'm dead.

People will still walk down the streets.

Friends will still drink at bars until hilarious stories and laugh together.

Customers will still demand to see the manager about things that employees have no control

over, like the color of a dress.

Call me crazy.

But it's kind of comforting to me to know this.

The world won't stop just because I do.

Not that I have a death wish.

There's a ton of stuff that I still want to do on this earth.

But you know I'm pretty zen about my own fragile mortality.

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