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2002-09-28 - 4:58 p.m.

As I sit here in my swivel chair, Roz warming my feet and the tea warming my oesophagus, I think about the times when I've almost died.

There are too many to count, but I shall share three instances with you.

1) I was walking across an alley when an SUV stopped just in time to come in contact with my hip, barely hitting me. It was their fault. It always is.

2) I was pulling a cord out of a faulty electrical socket and I was electrocuted for about a minute straight.

3) I vomited on myself during my sleep once. I woke up to vomit all around me. I could have choked.

So why don't these occurences of near death make me more cautious? I don't know, But i need coffee.

I'll see you when I get there.