I should have known this was going to be a bad week when I started it out by watching Everwood. My life has come down to this, people: I'm voluntarily watching Treat Williams on TV. I think we all know what happened after that. Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday were all pretty much a blur of misery. Friday. Thank god it's Friday, right? Wrong. First, I take out some of my anger and pain on one of my best friends. (Nice work, Garrett. Everyone, meet Jen Garrett's temper. Temper, say hi, you bitch.) Then on my way home, I get in a car accident. Then, I cry while watching Joan of Arcadia. Wait, back up. First, I watch Joan of Arcadia. Then I cry. Rinse. Repeat.
If anyone needs me, I'll be drowning in freakish misery forever. Or at least until the Red Sox win another World Series.
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