It was an electric oven.

Right. The thing about dealing with my life, light at the end of the tunnel?

Hah. Fuck that.

If I actually end up killing myself sometime in the next few days and weeks, don't be surprised.  There's looking to be less and less I can do.

That surprise at not being in a straightjacket yet? Yeah. Well.

Maybe I should be.

EDIT: ...Sad thing is, I'm actually very close to not even exaggerating about that anymore.