// rohitsrealm.com / archive / 2006 / 06
While stumbling clumsily out of my apartment this morning, trying simultaneously to balance my heavy briefcase, my Starbucks Frappuccino, this week's Economist, today's WSJ, and my house keys, a strange and startling thought came to mind: humans aren't evolving ... and doctors are to blame for it!
Over Memorial Day weekend, Audrey introduced me to an awesome new pastime: trivia night at 540 Clement in the Richmond. My Sunday nights will never be the same again.
Suppose you wanted to kill yourself. (OK, fine, maybe you, you dear reader, with that reprehensible sunshiny disposition and revolting optimistic
outlook are one of those despicable individuals who loves life too much to entertain that supposition.) Well, suppose I wanted to kill myself (a much more plausible notion). How might I (you) go about it? What should I (you) write in my (your) suicide note? Should I (you) even leave a note? As you can see, there are many many things to consider prior to undertaking such a major endeavor, and one should not be too hasty nor too impulsive (unless of course you only intend said endeavor as a cry for help,
in which case I wish you best of luck in said endeavor).
