Laying. I'm laying in the morgue, because apparently I'm dead. I'm replying to this message physcologically from the still living brain cells, well what\s left of them I guess.
All because I was left logged in.
Apparently, my heart just gave out. I never thought it would be like this. Man it's cold in dark in here. I don't feel dead. Hmmz, I guess part of me is still living or I'm more dead then alive. Maybe I'm a ghost! It's not uncommon for lonely people to not make it to the other side. I sad ghost that lives on forever, well that's just great. Maybe I can write a book about it. Wait. I'm dead, how can I write a book if I'm dead. Oh sucks. This is going to be another long lousy life.