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To whom it may concern, I'm dead.  It's my fault really.  I was listening to music while simultaneously taking a bath, and this massive safe fell on my head.  And by it being my fault, what I really mean is, what the heck?  I thought those kind of things only ever happened in cartoons, but oh well, live and learn.  Or die and learn as the case may be. The good news, for me at least, is that I was accepted into Heaven.  But that's not really where I want to be anyways.  Don't get me wrong, it's great and all, but I'm trying to get a transfer over to Valhalla.  To do that, however, I must fall in battle valiantly as a true warrior would.  Pff

Bruisedapple ordered me to update my journal, so I am obeying out of both respect and mind-numbing terror. I do wish I had something of more importance to say. How about this? You know that movie, "Lord Of The Rings?"  Some may remember it as being a, "book," but there have been changes of late, so get with the times! Well anyway, you know how their environment is known as Middle Earth?  Well, while doing some research on Norse mythology, I learned that there were apparently nine worlds,  one of which was called Midgard.  This is where all the humans hung out.  Roughly translated, Midgard means, "Middle Garden," or, "Middle Earth." I onl