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I'm worried about myself. I have had way too many possible serious injuries, and even death. I almost fell down my stairs holding my cat. I was at the very top. That meant there were 13 steps between me and our tile floor. Ouch. We went to Houston this summer, and right outside the city, an 18-wheeler almost rammed us into another car. That was purely scary. I was on the passenger side, and I saw how close that truck got. Inches. I freaked out totally. We went to Pigeon Forge, TN for thanksgiving. The driveway to the place we were staying at was about 8 ft wide, and when you started down it, ya couldn't see the road. Plus, it turned at the end. Gawd. I almost fainted. I was so scared we would go over the edge and crash.
Way back in 5th grade, I learned that if you died, got lost, or were seriously injured in a dream you would slip into a coma. I almost died in a dream. Thankfully, one little precaution at the beginning saved me from falling into a black pit of nothingness. Otherwise, who knows.... Interestingly enough, if you've ever seen National Treasure, at the end where they're going down the wooden walkways and elevators, it resembled that. A plank fell out from under my feet, just like the movie. Creepy....
"Help me if you can. I'm feeling down, and I do appreciate you bein' round."
~Nepie
 nepie · Fri Dec 16, 2005 @ 01:26am · 0 Comments |
