totalmentalbreakdown
Q: What happens when you spend five deliriously sick days within the same three-block radius with interpersonal interaction limited to your boyfriend and your dog?
A: You ponder the meaninglessness of your life, pick fights out of the misguided notion that there is something wrong with the domesticity that has overrun your existence, pseudo-break-up with the boyfriend while in existential crisis mode TWO DAYS before your one-year anniversary, silently resent dog for getting to go to Doggie Daycare in the South End (making you the only member of the household to not leave Beacon Hill in a week), and generally go nutcase insane while flipping through 300-or-so numbers in your phonebook without finding a single person to call “who gets it” before finally settling on the first entry in the phonebook (who happens to be the last boy to send you spiraling into heartbreak-induced madness). All this, about half an hour before happy-go-lucky Harvard frosh come over to take your photo as you do your best to pretend to be a Normal Fulfilled Person.
So yes, yesterday was kind of dramatic.
