I was eating

a bowl of Cheerios (with fat-free, lactose-free milk) and planning out the coming week.

Stats test tomorrow. Oh, and of course Calculus. Doctor's appointment...again. I sighed to myself.

And suddenly my thoughts began to trail off and my "anti-Ed" voice called out, What if they discover you have cancer or something, Megan! What if you only had until that date to live?

I looked at the milk carton. The date read 03:03:10.

What?! Why would you even think that?! I thought back to myself.

Well, what if? What would you do?

Hmm, I pondered the question, I would eat whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted it. And I smiled.

Why is that, Megan?

I thought hard again and finally answered, I guess because I would want to be happy until the day I die.

Perhaps thinking of death will help me live.