As Per My Conversation With lunenoire

[bookofmirrors]

So, we were talking about the afterlife at tc_borderpagans last night.

This morning, after dragging my ass out of bed later than the last possible minute, I remarked to lunenoire that, if he broke my arm, I wouldn't have to go to work. He said that he didn't really think that would be in keeping with his personal thoughts on not causing me pain. In my half-asleep state, I had to agree that, if he broke my arm, I'd end up in the hospital, when really, my goal is to go back to bed.

So, I decided that, since I'm of the opinion that one chooses the nature of their own afterlife, he should kill me instead. I'd choose an afterlife of bed, of course.

Bastard went to work, and I'm sitting here all alive and out of bed and shit.