I should know better. Yesterday I wrote about how I (actually, someone else with my name) died a few weeks ago.
So all day long I found myself being hypervigilant, driving slower than usual, actually stopping when the traffic light was about to turn red, watching every step I take when I go down the stairs. The last thing I wanted was to die for real on a day that I wrote about "dying." I drove myself nuts.
And since I'm discussing death again, I think it's time for me to just shut up now.