9AM. Wake up. 10AM. Eat. 11AM. Curse lungs for not being good lungs. 12NN. Eat. 1PM. Read a book. 3PM. Enviously look out of the window to see the usual group of friends hang out. 4PM. Decrease life further by shitting on lungs through cigarettes. 6PM. Curse (again) life and it's doucheyness. 7PM. Eat. 8PM. Sleep. Repeat. Frank Zhang is dead. Well, specifically, dying, but still dead, considering that he will be in three months. As the remaining days of his life become thinner and thinner, he is left to face his end with a monotonous routine (often filled with fits of rage here and there) and a three month supply of Cheetos. But once a wild-haired stranger with golden eyes disrupts his routine, and invade his dreams, will Frank be willing to put everything on hold?