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Had a mild life-and-death experience two days ago (there was a fire at the gas station we were at), and as my life was flashing before my eyes (superimposed over the giant fireball a scant few feet away from my person), three things crossed my mind:

1) I want to be a silkworm in my next life!
2) Would it be prudent to kick over the table (action-movie style) and hide behind it?
3) Oh crap, I haven't updated my will in a while!

(Of course there was also the requisite oh-god-oh-god-i'm-going-to-die-and-i-haven't-even-done-anything!! thought, but that belongs in a different entry.)

Anyway, as I was mulling over the events last night, I realized that I needed to look for my old will and update it. It wouldn't do to give away possessions that I no longer owned (hello, old Toshiba laptop), or give my (meager) savings to charities I no longer gave a crap about.

So I set about looking for the aforementioned will, which I had secreted in one of my pen-and-paper journals. Now, keep in mind that I've been keeping a journal since 1991 (mum gave it as a Christmas present), and that translated to having to search through this pile of crap:



All I could remember was that I wrote it when I was in college, which meant I could eliminate maybe a third of that pile (I was more verbose as I got older). I ended up spending a couple hours rooting through emo poetry, old letters, ticket stubs, pressed flower petals (ew), and of course, skimming through the actual journal entries.

My God, but I was a wanker back then. (I still am, probably, just with a better sense of humor.) I finally found a copy of the will in my latest journal; I didn't take it with me to Japan last year and remember thinking that my plane might crash and blah blah blah. Two hours of my life wasted because I started looking in the *middle* of my college years. Sheesh.

I still couldn't find the original, but the copy is good enough. Next order of business? Rewrite it completely. :|