I seem to be flipping between fear of death & an inclination to embrace it. Sometimes I feel dread at the prospect of some of the diseases that I’m obviously encouraging through smoking & drinking to excess; other times I feel so completely obliterated that I wish it would just end – I don’t have the energy to do it myself, so just melt away with lethargy: too tired even to sleep. UK gun laws don’t make it quick or easy.
I occasionally see comments from people who thank whatever deity for having a good life. OK, I wasn’t borne malformed, I guess I’ve never gone […]