I have no idea how many time Joanna has died. It could be dozens. Anyway, don't tell me you wouldn't do the same thing, if Lord God came to you in shower of sparkles and said that your little butt cat would live forever as long as people felt terrible after drinking too much the next day. You would do it. You stone cold would. I'm at that part now where you "getting over it" feels a little like betrayal, which is nice because I almost started liking myself for a couple of hours there.
