I have no idea how much more shitty my day could have gotten, but I'm starting to wonder if it has reached it's max. I got home, logged into facebook, and after a few minutes of scanning it, I just walked the the fridge, grabbed a container of ice cream, grabbed a spoon from the door and walked upstairs. I put on Jake's sweatshirt and my pajamas with the bears on them. I sit on my bed, with the ice cream, and the laptop and cry. I manage to shovel the entire container into my mouth in an hour. By 8:31 I've had three containers of ice cream, and cried my eyes out. I turn off the main light and sink down under the covers of my bed. I reach for my ipod, and, can't find it. Great. It takes energy for me to roll out of bed and find it. When I find it I just crawl back in bed and don't move. I have things I should do, but I'm in no mood to do any of them.

For a while I just lay there.