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[faecodedqueervillain]

"Could I get your name?" is old hat, tired, folks see that coming a mile away!

But if I hold a clipboard and say "could I have a moment of your time?" Then I can slowly make myself immortal but taking a day at a time!

It's foolproof, nobody would suspect a thing!

[faecodedqueervillain]

Having a migraine while being a perpetually sarcastic menace is an interesting experience.

Here I am, with the phantom sensation of somebody driving a sharp object through my eye socket, while a dull and repeating pain drums away at my head, and while the pain slowly fades and the migraine subsides, I feel the need to turn to face non-existent ghosts who are responsible for the sensation of a lobotomy that haunts me and ask: "is it in yet?" With something akin to hate behind my words.

But alas, it's just a migraine, and there is nobody to hate for it but the weather.

[faecodedqueervillain]

Having prophetic dreams is great and all, but then you have a dream that feels prophetic about your own death, and only realise years latter that dream logic struggles with the boundary between literal and metaphorical. Like, sure, you had a dream where you lay dying somewhere, while somebody you didn't recognise at the time walked away.

Both were you, the old you died and the different you walked off into the future, but you didn't know who that was then, and you don't consider yourself the other person now. That version of you died, and now you fulfill the prophecy you dreamed up.

Still, bet it scares the hell out of you the first time.