Today

Today I thought about cutting myself with a large kitchen knife. It's been a while since that thought entered my head.

Today I walked a little slower while I was crossing the street, hoping the mortorists would get fed up and run me down.

Today I spent a few too many steps in front of the ominous looking vans that usually have me running for the hills.

Today I thought it might be okay if I didn't make it home. I found myself checking for my ID. So the guys at the morgue could identify the body.

Today was a bad day.