I think I might be having a mental breakdown.
Not just any old breakdown.
Why, you ask?
It's not because I'm moving in a mere 46 hours and I've barely packed a thing.
Or that today my nanny-child told me, "Elmo-ly, you're pretty, but your singing is ugly."
It's because I just read this.
Too many emotions to work through. Anger? Hurt? Resentment? Betrayal? YES. To name a few.
I'm going to leave you now so I can start working on a seething letter to PBS wishing horrible things upon them (including funding for Big Bird getting cut. Puppets creep me out)
If this is true, you're dead to me.