Death, Is That You?

The grim reaper is after me. I don't know why god hates me so much, but he has sentenced me to die by giving me this disease. I don't know what I have, but from what I've researched, I assume it's something life-threatening like SARS.

Let me tell you why it's particularly strange that I'm dying now:

Approximately two nights ago I had a very disturbing dream. In the dream my dad was half dead. He was technically dead, but was to appear alive until the next day when he was to officially look dead to all the mortals. Yeah, trippy. So my dad gave me the insider death 411 and told me that I would die suddenly on my birthday and I had 10 days to live.

Troubled, I decided to make the most of what was left of my life, so I told my dad I would quit my job and travel for the next ten days."

In true dad fashion, he forbade it and said "NO once you start something you have to finish it." And so I took his advice and went to work everyday until I died. Stupid.

So when I awoke, I said WHOA I would never keep working if I knew I was dying. But here I am, on my deathbed, and I still type away with the only strength I have left, and no trip to Fiji is scheduled.

Please remember all the good things about me and forget all the bad. And then make me sound really great at my funeral by saying bold statements like "Anyone that ever met Trish was forever changed..." You know, shit like that so I sound really important once I'm dead.

I'm glad I got to know all of you...