I need more sleep.
Not that I'm trying to invite criticism or controversy, (though I wouldn't run from them either,) but I was a bit surprised that no one took umbrage that my last IF post (scroll down) lampooned suicide. I've decided that if I ever killed myself, I would use this picture as a note. But I wouldn't hang myself. I would find a much much more interesting way to go. Not that I have any plans to do so, of course, but I just would never do it in a way so... plebian.
I knew a guy named Steve Ledzian in High School. As our last names are so close together, we had been lab partners since eighth grade. By Junior year, we were trying to think of ways to kill each other to prevent it happening again. He decided that when he did me, he was going to crazy-glue my nostrils shut, and inject a can's worth of whipped cream down my lungs. Before I'd ever consider doing myself in, I'd have to come up with something on par with that, just out of principle.
Of course, not being suicidal, I've decided that when I DO die, I'm going to go like Slim Pickens in Doctor Strangelove: riding a nuclear bomb down to ground zero, waving my cowboy hat and shouting "WA-HOOOOO!" It's all about presentation.