All the decisions I’ve ever made in my life have led me to the here and now.  The here and now in which

• there is no heat in my house
• it’s about 47 outside. it’s about 45 inside.
• my feet are numb, i’m wearing woolen socks and fuzzy slippers.
• i didn’t shower for three days because i knew how awful it would be when i got out of the warm water and walked into my room, wet.  When I finally showered, I was proven right.
• it’s so cold in my kitchen that I looked into my cabinet for food, found that the only thing left was pasta or canned food, got too cold from my lack of blanket, decided to warm a can of chicken broth in the microwave instead of cooking. am now drinking lukewarm broth (it got cold quite fast) from a bowl.
• i found the space heater. it’s about two feet from my torso. my feet are somehow still numb. i don’t think i have blood. does this mean i’m dead?
• if I am dead, do I require a dietary supplement of brains to continue being undead?
• i think i’m getting the achoos
• it’s probably the black lung
• merman, pops! mermaan!
• Wait, what?