If this was your last day alive, what would you do?

I am often troubled by the suicides of talented people who have accomplished so much more than me, have immense talent I could never hold a candle to, and are funnier than I will ever be.

True, I don’t have a drug habit or alcoholism but I could have. It would, at the very least, give me the affectation and air that would make my dark outlook intriguing and artistic rather than just bitter and cynical.

I'm sad when good people get to that point. I almost wrote what I actually think of human existence but I was afraid that in doing so you, dear reader, would think that I am ready to check into a hotel and drink antifreeze.

I have far too many obligations to other people to kill myself right now, thanks.

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I often sleep to late on weekends to take my Wellbutrin. If I take it after 9 AM I won't be able to sleep that night. That means I often spend Saturdays and Sundays in this half-asleep stupor with a low blood sugar headache because I am too sleepy to make something to eat.

Clearly, I am an idiot. I also almost always shut off my alarm before getting out of bed because I know it's a weekend morning.

More idiocy.