You know, I don't understand it. Why in the hell can't I consent to my death? If I am being granted increasingly larger rights to kill myself, why can't I ask someone to kill me? My body is my own; if I'm forced to have sex, sure, that's rape, but if I give it willingly that's allowed. Why isn't it the same with this, with my life? Why can't we make a distinction between a life raped from someone and a life given willingly? And between those who would never take such a thing by force and those who would and do?

I'm sorry. Sam said I get fiery; he said I'm intelligent. Maybe too much of both? I didn't mean to talk your ear off. Nibble on it, maybe, but not bore you to death.

I don't have any fantasies of killing someone. I leave that to Sam. (Smile).