I am so, so scared of having to wear adult diapers someday. I shall kill myself at fifty-three. It's a nice age to die in. I shall research the most painless way to die till fifty-three, and on my fifty-third birthday I shall kick my bucket over with mine own two feet. The thought cheers me up immensely. HAH to all the ninnies who read my palm and said my lifeline doesn't ever end.

In other news, I am going to be a Reformed Academic this sem for real. I mean it.