2156.09.19 // 19:49:40
2156.09.19 // 19:49:40
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{{ Warning: Terminal requires maintenance }}
Feeling a little better. It comes and goes, I guess.
I woke up and there was a jackal in my flat. Told him to take whatever he wanted, but to stay away from me because I was sick.
He laughed. Said he wasn't going to take anything, then gave me water from his flask. Haven't thrown it up yet, and he's been gone for quite a while. Less dizzy, but very tired.
I hope the jackal doesn't get sick. I don't think he took anything.
Wish he'd taken this stupid memoir. Death doesn't really scare me, but I'm terrified to vanish.