I know there's important gossip afoot but interject this interlude. A lifelong insomnia sufferer, I just took my cheap knock off PK pills. They work pretty well except on the rare occasion I don't fall asleep immediately. Like right now, being awake when I should be sleeping. Then things get weird. I usually put the phone away at this point because Ambien Walrus is not my friend.
So anyway if something happens to me, tell them to look for the weird long legged monster my ceiling fan has turned into. I'd like my body compressed into synthetic diamonds my daughter will feel guilted into wearings. "Oh, you like my earrings? They're my dead mom"