Q: go a full second without eating a bathbomb
A: Jared's log, millisecond 1: This is the start of a journey. A painful, painful journey. I fear I will not survive. More updates to follow.
Jared's log, millisecond 7: So far so good. No problems yet. I may have overestimated this.
Jared's log, millisecond 8: I know nothing now but pain and anguish. I desire nothing but a bathbomb, but alas, it is all for naught. Mine is but a life without meaning.
Jared's log, millisecond 16: The night is long that never finds the day. I fear that I have plunged into an eternal darkness, with hope not for tomorrow.
Jared's log, millisecond 20: Oh bathbombs, I'll follow you and make a heaven out of hell, and I'll die by your hand, which I love so well.
Jared's log, millisecond 23: Hell is empty, for all the devils are here. I shall despair. There is no creature loves me, and if I die no soul will pity me. And wherefore should they, since that I myself find in myself none worth pity? Alas, I pity myself greatly and forevermore.
Jared's log, millisecond 28: Now is the winter of my discontent. I fear I cannot last much longer. The end is drawing nigh.
Jared's log, millisecond 31: Yeah so I caved. 10/10 cronch tho.
