It could be worse

I could be:

Mark David Chapman, imprisoned in his own dark, psychotic soul and serving life without parole for shooting John Lennon in the back.

or

One of the thirty-three Chilean miners that have been buried twenty-three hundred feet deep for two months and miraculously will see the light of day soon.

or

Poor pathetic Lindsay Lohan, hounded by the paparazzi whether she's in or out of some deluxe rehab center for substance abuse.

It would suck, wouldn't it. As a bit of luck would have it, I am me.