Then PHD it is

I will be giggling at you all day for no apparent reasons, drooling, wandering mindlessly on the street and probably could not handle my own toilet. Great, there is no way you can get a decent, quality sex life out of my being a PHD. Again, the only thing worth writing about is a premeditated plot to murder me. To juice it up, you have purchased an expensive policy (if any insurance company will sell me one) and planned an accident that would eventually result in my death (thriller) or made a plan that completely went awry and miraculously gave me back my senses (comedy).