Warped Corpses

Dear Dreary,

I think I am alive. If I was dead I wouldn't have gone grocery shopping. I would have stayed home and written posts like this:

Today I Sent the ghost to scare away visitors, but mostly I laid in the coffin.

Meh, now that I am awake and feeling better I am thinking of the things I should have done today.

I bitch therefore I am (alive).

I have some ideas for posts and a podcast. I may work on them later tonight since there isn't much else to do.

Why is it that I always become nocturnal when I am depressed or ill? Maybe I am a (sing-a-long now):

Creature of the night!

Cheers.