It's a little hard not to worry when my best friend keeps on dying.
Oh my God, I used to get heartburn and all sorts of indigestion and stuff because I didn't feel well. And you know, I sit a lot because I write, and I gained a whole bunch of weight. My vanity just got to me, and I was like, 'I've got to do something!'
Pain was good. If I hurt, it meant I wasn't dead.
