... someone hands you a shovel.
Okay, so it could always be worse, like starving-in-a-third-world-country-with-AIDS worse.
However, my week has been less than stellar. From a broken heart, major depression, and constant crying to bed-ridding pain and projectile vomiting [as well as other symtpoms I'd rather not discuss; simply I have dysmenorrhea, look it up], this week has sucked splendidly.
On the bright side, I have a roof over my head, some food left in my belly, a warm bed to sleep in, and tons of ridiculous luxuries like internet, a laptop, iPod, etc. It could definitely always be worse.
I think when you stop to appreciate the "li