9:05am- Go to Victoria & Albert Waterfront to catch ferry for Robben Island tour. Tour cancelled due to inclement weather. Determined to see prison where Nelson Mandela spent most of his incarcerated years, get on boat anyway. Drown.
10:44am- Shear. Total. Utter. Exhaustion. Dying of something African. I thought I had all my shots.
Other than that, pretty good day.
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All the ways I meet my demise on a given day. These scenarios play out as overly dramatic movies in my head daily, hourly, sometimes by the minute. Eventually, I suppose, one of them will be correct. Until then, this is how I died today...
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