I'm sleeping, not dead

I believe that people should have the right to kill themselves. If your life sucks so much that killing yourself is a viable option and you're not mentally defective, then who the fuck am I to say that killing yourself is wrong. Besides, one less person to compete against for the last piece of steak.

But I have a problem with euthanasia. The problem I have with assisted suicide is entirely practical. I've repeatedly said "I'll sleep when I'm dead." and considering how many times I've been wrong in life, I don't want to be taking a fucking nap and have somebody give me an overdose of morphine. It's not a fucking coma, I'm mjst catching up on all the hours I lost in my twenties when I was working 70 hours a week. If I wanted to be dead I'd do it the way I planned. Strap a five kilo's of C4 to my chest with an altimeter and blow myself up 50 meters above the base of the Canadian National Tower. 'Cause fuck Canada. Just because I've decided to snooze doesn't mean I should actually be dead. Just pull the catheter out and when I want to pee, I'll get up on my fucking own to go to the bathroom.