Have you ever had one of those days where you get all depressed and full of self-pity/recrimination and then later at home you feel no better and become suddenly disgusted with yourself for watching so much television, so you turn it off and--to rather ambitiously combat your TV habit--undertake to read a long biography of Marie Antoinette, but when you get to page 8 you fall asleep in a chair, only to wake up an hour later and relocate to bed where you have vivid, anxious dreams, but no actual rest because your allergies are raging out of control so that when you finally get up the next morning, after hitting the snooze alarm for a full hour, you have a nasty headache?
No?
Oh.
Yeah. Um...me neither.
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