Last weekend was horrible.
Imagine the worst weekend you can imagine. Now stab yourself in the eyeballs while imagining it. That’s almost how bad last weekend was – except the screaming noises coming out of your mouth are probably more pleasant than the dialogue of last weekend.
What made it worse was that it wasn’t the machinations of fate that made it so horrific – just the unholy union of boredom and masochism.
Miss-Matic and I did this to ourselves. I doubt the scars of our decisions will ever fully heal.