'cos you make it hard for me to stop

Yeah.

I'm fine.

Nothing ever changes. Seriously. It's completely possible that I am immortal.

I may test my hypothesis in subsequent days. Or I may get on a real computer and change all this background shite.

So I'm sitting here, and sure, I'm smoking. Because reasons.

I think I'm going to have to be back here for a while.

Unless a meteor shower happens.