The Day That I Die

Tomorrow, I die. This will be my last post unless some supernatural power is able to save me from the fate that I will face. Over the past few days, I have been thinking how to spend my last few hours, knowing what I would be faced with. It is strange thinking that I have been alive for 19 years 10 days and 48 minutes, knowing that the next 12 hours are going to be my last. Tonight was the last supper I will ever taste. The last movie I will ever watch. The last evening I will ever experience. The last sunset I will ever see. I'm glad I spent my last night with my friends because when I wake up tomorrow, I will be alone. Do I fall asleep tonight, enjoying my last daily slumber or just anticipate the eternal slumber that awaits? Or, do I sit in my bed alone and read my last book? Do I sit in bed alone and see my last sunrise? I choose to sleep just because I know I will be alone no matter what. I'm happy the way my life has gone, but I feel sadness thinking about what could have been. I'm only writing this to let those of you who care know what is to happen in less than 12 hours. Monday, August 1, 2005, 12:30PM. I get my wisdom teeth removed.

Sean Douglas McCain