Was reading the New Yorker mag I bought when I stumbled upon
a worrier's prayer to God on how he would prefer to die.
Which got me to thinking; I suppose if I do have the luxury to choose, I would hope that I won't die because I tripped over someone's feet and crack a vital part of my body. While sneaking out in the middle of class.
Or be dragged to death by an impatient bus driver because my leg got stuck in between the bus doors on my way out. *wiNce*
Just kidding.
Honestly though, we already have enough to worry as it is, is it really necessary to add this to the list?
