No rerailing it now.

I'm both of the above. Ever since I turned 35 I've lived in mortal terror of the ticking clock. I swear that every minute I live cuts off 2 minutes at the end of my life. Looking back, I think my Dad was too. He wanted to die so badly, but I could see the fear in his eyes when he said it.

I'm aware there's a thing called "50 Shades of Grey", but no idea what it is. Not sure if I want to know. Hunger Games sucked me into the first book. It like 100 pages into the second one before I was like "this shit is fucking shit".