Yesterday I noticed that I got an American baby magazine. I didn’t think much of it. Today I got a Target baby registry booklet, a couple of other baby furniture catalogs, some formula coupons, and an email telling my about how my baby will be developing this week. I thought those had stopped!?!?!?!?!?!
WTF? I’ve been doing so well. Even with all of the stress I’ve been under lately. Now I’m sitting here crying and can’t seem to stop. Now I have to pull myself together and go to class. This should be fun.
My so Charmed Life 
I say do it big and don’t feel guilty.
Cry.
Sob.
Scream.
Throw something.
Break something.
Throw something else.
Do it until you’re exhausted and so tired of being sad, that you say enough is enough and trust that this fucked up universe has better plans for you.
If that doesn’t work, I have the booze-filled Faulkner and a comfy couch suitable for passing out.
Oh, and remind me to threaten your mailman within an inch of his life. 🙂