August 31, 2005

August 31, 2005 ~ I’m digging out my grave, carving it just right, making it special. I lay in it to see if I’ll fit and it’s a little tight as I’ve filled it with all of my favorite things. The date on my grave is almost past due and I’m nervous that the guards will make me stay. I start to panic when I realize that I’m not ready to die.