I’m not here right now. You see I died yesterday. Time of death: approximately 4:45 when trainer made me do third set of rotating back extensions. If I didn’t die I’m sure I would be very sore this morning. In fact I’d probably be crippled. I would maybe even need some one to drive me around and ice cream to ice my knees from the inside. But I don’t need any of that because I died. Go write my obituary now, make sure to include, "but she loved pie," after anything bad you might say. That’s all, I have to go eat worms now, that’s what dead people do right?