Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Entry 1


Considering the fact that I am scheduled to die tomorrow, some people think that my happiness at winning a contest is irrelevant.


This wasn’t just any contest, this was the contest. Everything in my life was just building towards that one moment when I would finally be recognized for the genius I am. Now I have been recognized as such, so who cares if I’m about to be strapped onto a table, connected to an electrocardiogram, and injected with potassium chloride? The way I see things, I lived for this moment, so now that I’ve got it, I might as well die as live.

Of course, I never really planned things to happen like this. I never wanted to kill her. It wasn’t in the plan.

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