evasive manouevres

I have been thinking about death since I was four and plotting my own since I was fourteen, which is why I would find an accidental death to be a slap in the face, really.

Car accidents, after home or bodily invasion, are a nagging fear. I avoid driving in busy traffic and, if I have to, I am overly cautious, add precipitation to the mix and I get cursed at a lot. [What I’m hoping is that they’re saying, ‘Very particular about her car lengths, that one,’ even as they point with their meanie finger.] Whatever, Physics always wins, geniuses.

Anyway, I’m determined that my possibly final last words on seeing IT coming, car or comet or mushroom cloud, will not be the classic “oh no" or the profane, but... and this took several weeks of deliberation and discussion with the BFG... it’s finally:

ENERGISE!

Initially is was “Ready to transport. Energise.” But then BFG said, “How long exactly do think you will have, love?” Which led to the truncation.