Monday, jun. 22, 2009 | 0 comments
Ever since my stomach started in with its tell-tale protruding, I’ve been experiencing a heightened fear of my own mortality, clinging to handrails and avoiding open sidewalk grates wherever I go.
Maybe my balance is off, what with packing on weight in strange new places. Or maybe I just have more to live for these days?
Or maybe it’s the new “we’re all going to die!” posters that recently went up around the office: