....I think I caught a cold.

....I hate this shit.

I go from a good deck with a snoring roommate, to a crap deck with someone I don't know. Does anyone else see anything wrong with that? Damn. I need a smoke.

Hey, Broomhead. Where you at?

About damn time. This whole disease thing going around is finally over. Though, it leaves me minus one excuse . I can't really complain too much, once....I starting talking to "Eriks" or whatever the hell he wants to go by now , things seem to get better.

....I feel...better...?

What the hell, man. What the hell.

If I were a religious man.....wait, I am. Well then, I suppose that this is just one swift kick in the ass, now isn't it?

I swear, if you weren't a fuckin plant... I'd say this was all your fault... ugh... This is worse than a hangover.

....THAT'S IT. Why....the...hell...


VASH!

Next time, Spike... I'm picking the costume. Here I was freezing my assets off, and you get away with that number?

Oh, I'll get my proper devil costume if it's the last thing I do.

If he thinks I can't be romantic. Well, he has another one coming. I have it all planned out, and now all I have to do is spring the trap.

...where are those donuts. Heh.

Have you made your decision, Spike? heh.

Donut run.

Don't even say a word, Gintoki. I'll fucking break your face.

Moving on...Vash Ericks is here... which means... apparently I'm not dead. Imagine that, being shot a good number of times and living to tell about it. That's the only real answer now...he is immortal afterall...

The question now, is what the hell do I do now...

....I wonder who killed him...

I've been doing a lot of thinking...about spikey haired idiots and their damn pacifist ways. Probably got me killed too. I fell for that talk and thought for a split second it would work.

Anyway, this was supposed to bee about rooming changes. Which. I don't entirely mind if my new roommate wasn't such an obnoxious pain in the ass.

I thnk I've lost it. I could have sworn I saw Vash again. I think it may be partly because before I died...he was the last person I was thinking about...

..Do I have Broomhead on the brain... I swear... I need to get drunk.

It's dark. Not something too unusual. Though, keeping my roommate from going on a mad rampage because of diabetic shock is unusual.

I seem to get the odd ones, don't I.

...There is something definately weird going on here. I've never seen everyone so.....happy to be around other people. No fights have broken out...no bitching. I'm not saying that it's a bad thing, but it's just a little bit odd....wouldn't you say?

I'll just like to mention... that if my roommate doesn't quiet down. I'm going to beat him like a red headed stepchild.

In general, I don't like to complain too much. But, man am I starting to get lonely. The reality that I probably am dead is becoming more and more likely. It would explain why I don't have any of my old friends. They're not dead, pretty simple really.

I never thought that I would miss the broomhead. But, I keep thinking about him... and it's seriously starting to grate on my nerves. I know I'm not crazy, but when I start seeing him everywhere, there's definately a problem.

Can you really be crazy, if you realize you're crazy?

...for some reason I'm glad that I work late nights...

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Not exactly how I would explain it.