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"It wasn't until I vaulted up onto a fuel drum and got a bird's-eye view that I realized they were arranged to form letters. Two words, spelled out on the floor in cold, naked meat. 

HELP. US."

No no no no no no no no no no no. NO. 

This book is amazing. I absolutely adored the Phobos section. I've read books with diseases. Zombie apocalype books, other scifi ones. I don't think I've encountered one that's creeped me out like this one in a long time. At first I was like, oh, this won't be that bad. A little hard core, I'll say "Shit son!" a couple of times and that'll be the worst of it. 

No. 

The medical report section alone was incredible. It alone makes me so happy that this is a multimedia book. I don't want to give away too much, but I will say that if this wore a "normal" book, an artistic measure would not have been able to have been taken and I would not have felt my eyes bulge. Then the scene describing Jimmy's fate broke my heart a little. It was funny and so, so sad at the same time. I have a masochistic love for scenes like that. They're fun to write, less fun to read. But I reread it a couple of times just because I was so amazed with how it was written. 

I am so impressed by the creativity of Kaurfman and Kristoff. Not just in the creation of Phobos but in how they chose to tell us about the disease. I really wish I had read this before I met them so I could tell them how much I am loving this book. 

This book is an easy read. By that I mean, it goes really fast. It has a lot of momentum and it maintains that momentum as it moves forward. I think what I like best about it is that the majority of it reads like a screenplay. I love writing screenplays so it's enjoyable to read something similar to one. I wonder how well this would adapt to a movie. Clearly they would be showing the events as they happened, rather than through the documents. I just wonder if that would be as fun to watch as it is to read. 

Separate:

Feeling much better. I had like a 48 hour flu or something that was gone by Friday morning. I feel bad though 'cause I might have infected everyone I work with. Depends on how sick I really was, which I honestly don't know. My thermometer doesn't work. And that, boys and girls, is how stuff like the Phobos outbreak probably happens in real life. To be fair, I did announce, "Hey, I've got some sort of crap, don't touch me."

Went out to dinner and ice cream with Laundromat Guy. It went well. He's really sweet. I believe I referred to him as a Cinnamon Roll when discussing him with my friend. I think I'm gonna see if he wants to watch Game of Thrones  sometime this week. We'll see how that all goes.