To walk to class it takes me 18 minutes door to door. During this daily walk I often have to distract myself from the thought of death hill. When my legs start to feel like they are going to fall off, I start to think about the possiblility of my legs actually falling off... And from there, I start to ponder the major hospital bills that would develop. From this point, I go on to remind myself that I've never had surgery before... this makes me wonder if my insides look like what they are actually supposed to look like. What if, instead of a liver and kindeys and intestines and stuff, my abdomen was actually full of Macaroni & Cheese and Tiki Punch. That would be unfortunate.


Slapped up here on 7/06/2002 08:21:00 PM by: Me, Suzy...