Just re-reading an email I'd sent to a friend, about going insane, getting fed up with looking for a contract:
I'm going insane! Shoot me!
I know. I'll shoot me (somewhere where its not going to hurt too much), then find a corrupt doctor to pronounce me dead, get the life insurance, and then I dont have to get a job! yay!
Hmm... need to investigate plastic surgery and false passports...
Note to self - tell family that I'm not dead.
I'm worried about the way my brain works...