It's cold. So cold. Apparently 13 degrees outside, but feels colder - like about 6 or 7.

I can feel my mind letting go. I don't have to live for gym any more; I don't have to live for my cat anymore.

Everything stops when I stop, you see. Once I'm dead, the reality is, all consciousness will cease, and so will all knowledge of the living world. There is no afterlife, from dust we came, to dust we shall return.

Tonight is the night.

I'm...