That title was oddly poetic. To put it simply I am on Death's door. Well, maybe not that bad, but I do have a really bad cough and I'm actually having some trouble breathing. Fuck yeah. I had a seriously bad cold a few days ago, and took some hay fever medicine, and that helped. I still had a sore throat and cough though. The day after I wasn't sneezing, but my nose was stuffy. Now I'm going to die of asphyxiation. Which is a shame because if that was how I was going out I wanted to go out with auto-erotic asphyxiation. The main point of this? Well I'm trying to say that I've not written anything in Immortal Space. I tried to write something but I managed to get a few sentences out before I found myself thinking "I just can't do this."
Yet I just wrote all of that?
So to just shut up, and send you all home happy, I'll just dump a few videos here.
I shouldn't be watching comedy. It hurts to laugh.