1:02pm- Plane crash.
2:59pm- Consume leftover, room-temperature pork mid-flight. Still delicious, even with trichinosis.
Other than that, pretty good day.
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...