Me too, I had a really good time and now I want all of my drinks to come out of bowl-sized glasses.
I know she is.
I don't know why everybody keeps acting like I haven't been prepared for something to kill me since I was a teenager. I understand the worry. Really I do. And I appreciate that so many people are worried, but I think a lot of it is more for them than it is for me. Don't get me wrong, I'm not giving up and I still think it should be easy not to sneeze in the morning because I haven't so far, but this is like... the best way to die, does that make sense? Not the way it happens, that's still dumb and I'm mad about it, but unless things go really different than what all of you are used to, I come back next week.
So it isn't negative, it's realistic. And everybody else is more worried than me. I think at this point the best I can do is go as many days as possible so Natasha doesn't have as much time to be upset when I'm gone. So make sure she's okay if it happens, will you?