Do you ever feel weary of life's endless dross, such as sitting on the washing machine, sweeping up dried mouse droppings, missing the rubbish bin with the tea bag, pulling the curtains, DUSTING, all that crap.
I wonder if it would be a relief to be chucked in prison for life. You'd have to murder someone or something similar first, but at least when you got there you could sink back and not have to worry about anything anymore.
My washing machine has just gone on to fast spin, time to go and sit on it.
Thanks everyone, you've calmed me down. I just have to accept that for every shirt you pull out of the tangled mess in the washing machine, at least one sock will fall on the floor.
wizard, I am glad to hear that prison does have a deterrent value and I wish you well.