11:02am- Quickly check work email. Depression overwhelms.
11:42am- Impaled by recently purchased porcupine quills.
12:13pm- Eat lunch at Neopolitans on Mother's Day. Kids everywhere. Running. Screaming. Sucking on rib bones. Stick fork in own eye and wait for peaceful calm of death.
6:15pm- Boyfriend gets intensely sick from lunch. Attempt to nurse him back to health, but end up catching bug as well. Die lying together in bed like the scene of old couple in Titanic.
Other than that, pretty good day.