Saturday, June 19, 2004

I'm a little terrified, right now. I might die. And I'm not sure why I don't not care. An easy death. Isn't this what I've always been taunting?

The pilot light on my stove went out. The apartment is reeking of natural gas. I woke up sick from the smell. Is it true that if I lit a match, right now the whole place would catch fire?

I figure if I don't sleep, I can't die. I'll be able to leave this place before I can suffocate. So I'll stay awake for another few hours until I can call someone and ask what to do. Who do I call?

If you don't hear from me in a week or so..I'm not just being my vanishing, distant self. I'm dead. Send a hearse.
posted at 4:04 AM |