Living Dead Girl

I'm so very tired. It's all my fault. I spent all night reading. You know how it is when you're near the end of a book. You figure "Oh, just a few more pages. I'll read it. Shouldn't take long." That shouldn't take long always takes longer than you think and, the next thing you know, it's almost 4 AM and you have a full day planned. It doesn't help that I have my days all screwed up. I keep thinking it's Saturday instead of Sunday. I shuffled through my shopping in a daze. I exchanged that purse from last week for the purse I really wanted. I'm much happier now. I got a new wallet, too. Got a much needed trim from my dear school buddy. We got in a bunch of gossiping and all that good stuff. It was a fun and busy day. But, boy, do I feel dead..

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Speaking of dead, I've been watching season one of Dead Like Me. I love, love, love this show. It's right up my alley. There should be more dark comedies. And Callum Blue (get a load of that Bond Boy name, J) is so very yummy. I love how they made death light-hearted and funny. Not an easy thing to do when so many people are so afraid of it.

Never been afraid of death really. I'm much more afraid of other things, like: getting in a horrible accident and having every bone crushed but not dying, becoming a vegetable, or going completely bat-shit insane. Then, there are those deaths that I wouldn't exactly be thrilled with, such as: burning alive, being eaten alive, being buried alive, being choked or suffocated. Throw in a clown in any of those scenarios and I'm even less thrilled.

I guess I'm kinda weird for not being afraid of death. I don't know.. I just feel there are many worse things in life than death. Death is the least of my worries. That doesn't mean I look forward to it or anything. I am rather attached to my life. But I don't see the point in living in fear of something that's inevitable. And who wants to live forever anyway?