Suicide is not the answer.
That’s for sure. I mean, I think it’s clearly an answer, just not the answer. Not the answer right now. Not to this question.
Wait. I forgot the question.
If the question has anything to do with me getting dressed and/or out of bed, then I believe I need to rethink this whole “not-the-answer” position.
Also, someone bring me cupcakes.
I’m pretty sure cupcakes will make everything okay.
Yes, I’m pretty sure cupcakes are the answer.
