Losing existential contact

I would think it would be more like "everybody else in that timeline goes on business as usual, with you dead."

But it's very late, for me, and I'm not making a lot of sense.

Had a great post-birthday bash, 16 people stuffing themselves on hamburgers, chicken, and chorizo. Man, that chorizo was good.

Quite a bit of work for the person who's supposed to be taking it easy, some said. But this kind of chore puts me in cook heaven. Straightforward stuff you ca do with a spatula in one hand and a