[The writings of Shaun Mason, unpublished] I've been putting together another black box. I guess it's kind of stupid to do because I can't take it with me when I leave here. I'm not toting that shit around on the off chance I get sucked up and spit back in zombieland tomorrow. I don't have anything here worth leaving to anyone anyway. Whatever I could leave to George she already knows about--hey George, stop reading my files--so there's no reason to make a ceremony out of it or anything.
But I don't expect her to stick around long after I'm gone. That depresses me but if I don't think about it too hard my mood stays okay. If I don't think about a lot of things too hard my mood stays okay. I haven't hit anything today. A+ for effort.