Cam, I simply believe that my days are numbered. But I REALLY had that feeling yesterday afternoon, screaming home on the motorcycle. Yes, I usually scream home on the bike, so that isn't necessarily why i thought I was going to die. Point is, I made it home and slept and even woke up again. But wait. I thought that my days were "numbered," and they still could be. What that number is I do not know.

What's really shitty is that if I live another 20 years (which I should), that is only 7,300 days, not including leap years. That sucks. The way I see it, I have no more than 29,200 days left to live. I've already lived 9,000 or so. Shit. I'm dying.