Seriously, like hour-long crying sessions about this family’s deaths, marriages, heart breaks. I can’t stop crying. This is ridiculous.
And today, I’ve had my worst hangover since the first hangover of the year (New Year’s Day). Yep. That means I puked. Yep. That means pizza and a 2-liter of Diet Coke. Yep. That means I haven’t left bed except to answer the door. And yep. That means I’ve been lying about where I am on FourSquare to make myself feel (strangely enough) better.