I'd rather be lost in a spooky forest.

This week has been tough. I guess I'll explain later, when I don't feel like death multiplied by death plus death divided by arghhhhhhh.

So yeah, as the title suggests, I'd rather be fighting off ghosts and bears and inbred woodsmen with chainsaws, all the while having no bearing on a means of escape.

Fuck chemo.

Big love,
Ryan.