A Room with a Moose

Each of us has our own worst nightmare, our own hell dimension. In Buffy, there were countless, untold hell dimensions and Invader Zim feels that the most horrific demise one can meet is to end up in a room with a moose. For me I think being trapped in a body that is always sick is my own personal hell. I mean, I live on this medicine that lets me eat and drink and live like other people, but underneath the guise I am always sick. Worse, my body has adjusted to the medicine, so now it is nearly impossible to digest any foot without it. Being sick with the flu right now, body can’t digest anything. I curled up in the bathroom corner the other night and just stared down the toilet like it was a fiery, raging moose grinding up chestnuts with it’s teeth.