dreams of my death are greatly exaggerated

Dear Brain,

Please stop dreaming of my death. Seriously. I'm fine. Not dead. Not dying. Hell, the last mission I went on I was no where close to dead. Not even injured (well, I strained a muscle, but that's fixed with stretching and a hot shower so, whatever).

So, who wants to distract my brain while I stab it with a Q-tip?

No love,

Clarice