Sermon

It dawned on me this past week that the reason we are so screwed up is because we don't know the date of or the manner of our death. I suppose once you're diagnosed it is some bizarre kind of relief because at least you KNOW. HOW you will go, at least. Thus comes the acceptance they talk about.

I'm not buying it. Guess I'll go out fighting against it.

Not that there's anything wrong with me, beyond the usual nuttiness. Just saying. People that accept things all the time make me nervous.

I just hope I die in my sleep. This is what keeps me awake at night.

I have to clean my room.