all week long, i've felt this hovering sense of doom. and the world around me is validating my paranoia.
"is your purse killing you?!" what? huh? oh no! is it?
"has the bird flu finally made it's way to your town?" *takes huge gulp of air in attempt to hold breath until cure is discovered*
"bomb squad called after pizza delivery gone awry"
"gas prices expected to continue to increase over the next 800 years"
"tonight on Gilmore Girls...who gets pregnant?!"
"tonight on the Soprano's...who's gay and who's getting killed?!"
so i've been freaking out...what's going on? why is everything of utmost crisis NOW?!?! like, all in one week?!
then, as i was driving in to work this morning, my favorite morning radio show personalities were talking about all the ridiculous headlines being used for MAY SWEEPS
and i feel completely dumb. i'm a sucker. a sucker who is NOT, in fact, being killed by my purse.