A couple of days later I rose from the dead. Which was something of a relief. Being dead sucked. It was my first time in Heaven, and they don't have Battenburg. They have this weird cake that tastes like you're eating make-up. I don't want to go back. I like it on Earth too much. People think I'm it on Earth.

God said that he would get a few pool tables in. I said that'd be ace, as long as they were free. He said that they would not be free on the weekends, but he would see what he could do. It always makes me angry when he says "he'll see what he can do".