Day 41

Dear Diary,

I think this is it folks, this might be the end. Woke up in pain, everything hurts. Tried to move, pain jolted through my entire body. Crawled to the edge of my bed, rolled onto the floor with a THUD!

That basement is not going to quarantine itself goddammit.

Crawled to coffee maker and popped out the anal beans…not going to make it to next Friday. Mainlined the first few drops right from the dripper before holding my cup directly under the stream in shaky hands.

Rolled down stairs. 

Didn’t spill coffee. 

Those alcoholic years were not completely…wasted. Lied on floor as my life flashed before my eyes, contemplated the (many) poor choices, but didn’t go into the light. I may have if I could have stood up.

In unrelated news, did not skip leg day yesterday, even though it was Apocalypsing. Also, high rep squats are some kind of bollshit.

* APOCALYPSE UPDATE *

The CDC reports the color red. They state that it shall never be used in association with my squats and further report that my squats are never high. 

Really. They reported that. I swear.

Author: Ken Gack

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