When I saw you today, you broke my heart. Which was surprising, because you used to be the only reason I get my butt off the bed in the mornings. But I've been through a pretty crappy week, and I'm partly blaming you for it (while I'm sure you didn't mean for things to turn out like they did the other day). It's helping me talk to you with a straight face now, though. So I guess that's a little good, in with the bad.
Whatever. I'm a mess.
