Today was one of those days where I almost died like 23 times... okay... maybe not 23. Like 3. FINE! If you're going to pressure me into it, I'll say like once. Geeze.
First thing that happened was during a routine titration. I had to kneel on a stool to see the top of the burette and I slipped a little bit, causing the beaker full of ethanol and my O. Acid to fall all over me and the floor, shattering my beaker in the process. Barring the fact that I was covered in an extremely flammable liquid and there was glass on the floor I was pretty fine. Later on, I burned myself on my hotplate! You might argue, "Ron, that's not almost dying!", but I say otherwise. Whose to say that I won't later die of... something related to that burn, hm? The final freak accident that almost killed me was when I later slipped on the not-quite-dry remains of my first mess. I could've easily hit my head to any number of dangerous things! If it weren't for my exceptional and cat-like reflexes, I might not have been here to type this! Also almost got hit by a car going like 40 miles per hour, but that's like whatever. I live in a city.
Now in the Final Destination movies, some freak accidents that the victims are to be victimized in are avoided through some miraculous miracle, usually a premonition. After avoiding this extremely deadly tragedy, they go about their lives and die in freak accidents just as unlikely as them surviving the initial intended disaster. I tried to narrow down the events that might have triggered my unfortunate circumstances and I have come down to 2 or 3 depending on how you count them. The first would be the 4 tests that I've had in the last 7 days, which I finished alive and intact earlier today. The second may be considered part of the first I guess. The second would be the should-be toxic amounts of caffeine that I consumed on Tuesday and Wednesday to study for my Thursday test. 3-5 hour energies, coffee, and a Mountain-dew in 15 hours. The third, or again, the second depending on how you count it would be this ridiculous escalator that I went down to go to the train station. There was a point where I felt as though I was going horizontal, it was that steep.
It's also pretty long. It's definitely scarier going down. I didn't get a picture going down the first tie because I didn't want the people infront of me thinking I was a crazy-creepy-stalker guy. And then I was too afraid to go back down again. Thinking about it... it was most definitely the escalator
