Of all the things to start thinking about in the middle of a 12 hour shift, I think about the method I wish to use to end my life.

A throughly amusing subject when the only person you have to talk to is a two year old doberman named Will. Not much of a conversationalist that Will. Probably pissed that he doesn't have a tail.

There are options of course, really don't want to go via natural means, I've the general impression that there would be too much pain involved. One thing I'm certian of is that I never want the thought "oh I hope I make it to the bathroom in time" to pass through my head in a serious manor. So I'll be off before I have to worry about that.

I think a killing spree would be a fun way to herald my departure. End many lives, get caught, live remainder in quasi-comfort. Won't have to worry about supporting myself. I asked Will what he thought, he smacked me in the head with his paw and started nibbling on my fingers. Not quite sure what he meant.

There's always just letting myself bleed out, but I've never been a huge fan of pain. Could dose myself with painkillers, probably wouldn't notice the passage into death. Will asked to go to the washroom at this point, I took it as a no.

Diving from a plane to my death does have some appeal, but I don't see myself dealing well with the wait time and the onrushing terrafirma. Falling and not knowing that it is happening is ideal.

One questioning look from Will later and I had figured it out. Nitrogen Narcosis. All I gotta do is go deep enough and I'll be so drunk I won't know what is going on. It will also mean that my various meats and bones will become playthings for the kritters of the deep.

Who wants to come with? Those kritters always need more foods.