I can say without exaggeration that this is the closest I have ever come to killing myself. Including the time I tried to kill myself.
I just walked six city blocks, in the rain, at 8:30 in the morning to spend the last of my money on a venti gingerbread latte because I decided it looked "cozy" outside, only to come home and accidentally knock my lamp over, thereby not only breaking my lamp, but dumping virtually all 20 ounces of scalding hot gingerbread latte onto my person.
Posted by 2b1b: The sardonic voice of 20-somethings everywhere, Monday through Friday. at 9:33 AM