I feel like I've developed a slight case of hypochondria. Every little twitch and glitch that feels weird has me thinking about my inevitable dirt nap and when it will occur. I don't want to die. I really really don't wanna die. I am sad about the OxyClean guy Billy Mays...everyone else that's died too. Life seems to short to waste on working, specially when it's something you hate doing. There's this guy I know indirectly through someone else that has a bit of a resonating story. His dad is obsessed with his work and just lives, breaths, eats, and dreams about his job. He's defined by his job (his son has inherently developed the same characteristics as well) and fears loosing it along with his livelihood. He has never spent or splurged, never traveled or from what anyone can tell, enjoyed life. Anyway..the guy just got colon cancer and it's basically all over. He leaves nothing behind but a big unspent bank account.

Anyway. Where am I going with this. I completely forgot because I started thinking about muffins. I just don't want to be like that.