That being said, I'm going to take myself out of my mind for a bit and lose my grasp on reality. I picked up a rather tattered looking book off a shelf at random just a bit ago with three selections printed inside. The first is entitled "But I Wouldn't Want to Die There" by Stanton Forbes. I know nothing of Stanton and the title doesn't sound the slightest bit familiar, but isn't this how we come upon the best of things -- by accident?
And so I'm off to delve deeper into the recesses of someone else's imagination, since my own seems rather off kilt. Chapter one begins "and this is the day she had picked to kill herself..."
Remind me to take a break sometime tonight and jot down my thoughts about this journey I'm about to embark on.