Entry One Hundred Four.
Friday, 2009.09.11, 8:49 AM CST.
I want to die like John Hughes.
Current Mood:  Exhilirated.  Current Scent:  The faint remnants of Laguna by Salvador Dali.

This morning I woke up earlier than usual and went outside for a walk around our neighbourhood.  It was one of the longest walks I've taken in a good long time.

As I was walking, I thought about John Hughes.  The man delighted millions upon millions with his films.  Then, one day, he went out for a walk around Manhattan... and dropped dead of a heart attack.

That's how I want to die.  I want to go quickly, knowing full well that people will remember me for what I've done.  I want my visions and my creations to live on long after I'm gone.  I want to die feeling like I really accomplished something significant.  Heck, something incredible.

I don't want to have a painful, drawn-out death on a hospital bed like my mom went through.  I want to die doing something enjoyable... like walking around the neighbourhood.

I want to die like John Hughes.

I probably won't, but I want to.

I'm going to lift some weights now.  I've got to get into better shape.

Big news very, very soon.

Badger