Good friends always know how to lift your spirits. That’s why Barbora is at the top of my list for directing me to The Death Clock. This lovely little gadget informed me that I will live no more than 6 days past my sixtieth birthday. Not bad. If you don’t count that I missed the “mode” drop down menu on my first try and got an incorrect death age of almost 100!
Damn the optimists of the world!
3 comments:
damn the odds, leila, damn the odds.
Oh the GUILT!
Mea Culpa!
Mea Culpa!
Barbora:
No worries! Sixty? Hell, I can stop being a hypochondriac.
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Lacy:
You're sounding like an optimist.
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