I spent the first half of my day at work yesterday thinking about various ways to kill myself.
Pistol.
Bridge.
Cliff.
Suicide by cop.
All of these methods are entirely within my reach, for what it’s worth.
Hooray for extremely lenient gun regulations and ridiculously overpriced mental health care.
Drank a double IPA on my lunch break.
Felt much better for the second half of my day at work.
The churchies didn’t make my day as bad as they usually do every Sunday.
Probably because most of them were out doing Easter related stuff and talking nonsense to a guy who died 2,000 years ago.
Sunday is usually the worst day if you work retail, because all the entitled churcies come out of their bubble and drown the planet in their superiority complex.
Tried to publish my daily Actifit post, but it wouldn’t let me.
Kept throwing errors.
Strangest dream last night.
I don’t want to talk about it.
Happy April Fool’s Day.
I’m going to play a very cruel joke on myself.
It might kill me.
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