To die or not to die?

So I'm me, right? I mean....I'm not Melissa, or Rachael, or even Getrude....I'm me, the living and in the flesh deadrocketcow. I woke up this morning, not because I wanted to face another day, but because, well because....I needed to go to the bathroom. So there. My secret is out. Does this make me less of a person? Does this mean that I will die in a horrible car accident tomorrow afternoon? I really don't know...sometimes it's hard to tell with things like that. Nevertheless, I will continue to pour salt around the outside of my room, and everyone knows you can never have too many horse shoes lying around your bathroom...