I’d been considering killing myself today. It was something that I’d been on the fence about over the last couple weeks or so. I mean, it’s always kind of in the back of my mind, but I guess it had moved up to the front more lately. Why on Christmas? Why not? It’s not like I have anything better to do (aside from seeing True Grit, maybe), and everyone else would be busy with family, friends, and all kinds of stuff that has nothing to do with me. I figured I would sort out what I needed to sort out, and when the time came, I would just kinda go with it.