toys in the attic

i've called in "sick" today because i just needed a little mental space. because i'm fucking mental. so if you happen to read this, you can email me at home today. or try calling around to the local loony bins.

herewith -- inspired by my previous entry -- a list of ways i'd rather not die:

- in an elevator
- in the middle of the ocean
- in a plane crash
- burned alive
- gradual deterioration (the likeliest way i *will* die...)
- humiliation

well, i hope i've cheered you down a bit. if not, try to imagine dying in those scenarios. [close your eyes and give each one a good 5 minutes.] how does it feel? don't thank me -- pay it forward!

happy "hump" day, silent readers.