You woke up in a body bag? I'm not kidding, I literally used to have a reoccurring nightmare about that.


Hey Lowell, so sorry to do this on a message, but I have to cancel. I'm literally seconds away from puking, it hit me out of nowhere, and I'm calling you from the bathroom floor right now. Hope you understand- oh my god, I'm such an idiot, I totally forgot you're a zombie. I can just tell you. I had a bad batch of agoraphobe brain, and I can't get out of my apartment. Okay, bye.


Must have donuts. Great, I hate Homer Simpson's brain.


I believe the professional term is... bleh.


I'm a social worker. My insurance covers like one bandaid a year.