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Oh, I’m Going to Get Killed Any Minute Now (Part 24)

As ever, readers who are new to the diary, please read the earlier installments first. (Art by Chris McFann.) DAY FIFTY-FIVE (later) Well. Planning—and subsequently executing—a company picnic is significantly harder than I initially expected. Here’s my whole freaking Saturday basically wasted, and I’m no closer to having that punch made than I was this…

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Oh, I’m Going to Get Killed Any Minute Now (Part 23)

As ever, readers who are new to the diary, please read the earlier installments first. (Art by Chris McFann.) DAY FIFTY-FOUR (date in t-minus 7 minutes) I owe my friends. BIG TIME. Quite literally, actually. I very specifically had to sign actual paperwork documenting that I, in fact, owe my friends and that, very specifically,…

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Oh, I’m Going to Get Killed Any Minute Now (Part 22)

As ever, readers who are new to the diary, please read the earlier installments first. (Art by Chris McFann.) DAY FIFTY-FOUR (I think. Later than this morning, most likely in the . . . I’m going to go with mid-afternoon, now, probably? Also, I’m pretty sure the dates on this diary have gotten a little…

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Oh, I’m Going to Get Killed Any Minute Now (Part 21)

As ever, readers who are new to the diary, please read the earlier installments first. (Art by Chris McFann.) DAY FIFTY, late night, [panic mode activated] Aaaaaagh! Date on Friday AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! DAY FIFTY (very early) With . . . with . . . Abliguritia Thundersmasher-Roth! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! DAY FIFTY-ONE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! It is Tuesday now. Lots of…

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Oh, I’m Going to Get Killed Any Minute Now (Part 20)

As ever, readers who are new to the diary, please read the earlier installments first. (Art by Chris McFann.) DAY (technically night) FORTY-EIGHT . . . later on than my other two entries today, obviously, and very, VERY possibly already quite a bit into the dark beginnings of DAY FORTY-NINE. I still don’t have a…

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