[pm] Yick. That might give me the heebie jeebies. I mean, I know they’re technically dead and all but that’s still kinda spooky for a second there, right? Presumably followed, y-you know, by things of the comforting and totally fine variety.

[pm] I’m over that feeling now, but at first I absolutely got the creeps because of it. Is it wrong that I sometimes find the non-breathing to be totally fine and even comforting? Or just a sign of how totally strange me and my life are?