t feels like somebody took my heart and dropped it into a bucket of boiling fail... and at the same time, somebody else is hitting my soul in the crotch with a frozen sledgehammer of fail... and then a third guy walks in and starts punching me in the fail bone... and I'm crying, and nobody can hear me, because I am terribly, terribly... terribly alone.

And then I woke up this morning and burnt my foot on my George Foreman Grille of Fail. :(