So sorry to hear this.
Well, perhaps if you could have managed to have found an open window to launch your virtue signaling campaign before someone read out all those words aloud, you could have missed out on the audible extravaganza of daring, melodious delights... but that would potentially have left a lot of the
gravitas on the table.
And, is "sorry" really the correct word to use here? I am instantly waffling between remorse and regret, and--without a baseline--the entire endeavor of anything resembling legitimate, authentic communication seems beyond all helplessness, at this time. To be fair.
Now, having said that: I didn't see you at the prayer meeting. I don't know if I've ever heard you soloing the days talking points at the... hey, do we even
have the Two Mintutes Of Hate anymore?
I haven't even written an email in, like, a day & a half. It's effortless. It's easy.
For Me.
I've switched to creating hypothetical boilerplate for my fantasy dill pickle relish manufacturing conglomerate simulation. Oh, I'll be switching back soon... this is only proof-of-concept.
His ex (still his emergency contact) says that he is not expected to make the night
*snap* That man gets a biscuit and a new lease on life--if it t'were up to me, which it sometimes is, who knows, really. I mean, really, how does one "make" the night? I thought it was "because" the night.
But what do I know? I'm just a trapsy. Can't spell. Oh, shit, does that rhyme with rapist and is there only 4.9999 microns in my line leading? Hrrm.
Well, shit, you know what? Looks like they aren't running the 24/7 surveillance anymore. At the price of gas these days--not to mention the opportunity cost of trifling with a being such as I--they undoubtedly figured out that they can't afford to pay themselves their own salary while I slowly, carefully, and quite methodically wait to tell everyone concerned that, uh, yeah, someone, like, already won. The moon has gone down! The sun has come up!
And long ago somebody died while having a seizure! The health care system in Canada:
going the distance.Now, this post won't make much sense to any one who doesn't know my own peculiar, unique history involving Pisces, Newfies, and Canadian ethics and standards, but I'll just put it this way: maybe those Canlandian doctors would have some idea what to do if they all weren't a bunch of worthless quacks. Remember, the American health care system is the best in the world... because it has produced Me.
A man who hates doctors so much, he is willing to sacrifice the entire population of Canada, one by one, just to embarrass them a little tiny bit. Did it work? Probably not.
Just like polydrug abuse without Proper authorization. Did it work? Well I guess, presuming one's intent was to get as high as possible and then to escape all negative consequences. We are talking about Canada, right?
They still don't want me back there, I think. And, I'm cool with that. They thought it was a good idea to make their choices, and to sneer at me for making mine. Now who's laughing now, eh?
Probably not those people who weren't even aware that there can be seizures that a doctor doesn't know what to do about it. It's a hell of a feeling, to recognize: "it's just a dude wearing a white coat who paid off a gang to let him play pretend. He doesn't know what he's doing... because if he did, he wouldn't be taking that way to a clairaudient."
So sorry to hear this.
Imagine my dismay to read this. Future historians will be so sad.
And the doctors don't seem to have a way to stop it.
Are we sure they're doctors? Maybe they're just really persuasive, extra-large tardigrades with the power to modify human perception. Look, it's Canada. It could even be a guy on a horse, right? Except I suppose that would be obviously noted, from the manure strewn through the hallways, at the minimum.
With the babies torn out of the incubators... and thrown on the cold unfeeling floor.
a-bloo-bloo-boo-hoo-boo-boo-hoo. if medical science can't figure a way to stop these seizures.
Perhaps, they could have the Head Doctor-In-Charge to issue some kind of order, command, or a writ, or something.
N'est-ce pas?tl;dr the faster everyone starts dying, the quicker gas prices go down, so hopefully I've brought you all just that one little bit closer to thoughts of suicide.
