Farewell, I say, because there's a chance that I might die this day. I could die any day this month, actually, due to the curse that has been placed on my condo. The condominium building that I live in has exactly 6 homes within:

 ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ 
| A | B | C | D | E | F |
 ¯¯¯ ¯¯¯ ¯¯¯ ¯¯¯ ¯¯¯ ¯¯¯

I live inside of "C", which makes me the next on the list of people to die according to the Final Destination Theory. The original lady, "the curse bringer", who occupied "E" moved in after becoming a widow. Her husband, who was in the Navy, died in a freak and very unexpected accident in November, 2002. A married couple moved into "D" a few years ago after the husband, "victim 1", was stationed for the Army at Fort Story. Just last year in November, the husband died in another freak and very unexpected diving accident.

I gather from all of this that the curse is heading my way. I figure I have 4 years at the most, but since a pattern can't be determined from only 2 instances, I could have less time. It sucks being marked for death, but I have a few ideas on how I can potentially break the curse:

• I'm not in the Army or the Navy, but I do work as a contractor for both of them. I could to break this tie and find a new job before death finds me.
• Since probably the greatest loss of all is losing a spouse, I could stay single, never get married, and then maybe avoid matching the criteria that death is searching for.
• I could move and flee death's grasping grip.

I was reminded of this curse this morning when I woke up and realized that it was suddenly November. Time fucking flies. I was further reminded on the way to work as bus number 616 passed right in front of me.. surely that's a sign?

If I don't make it home tonight, or even to the haircut appointment I have this afternoon, then consider this goodbye.