Actually, I'm not sure. I thought so, but apparently not.
I've gone through like 10 stages within the past few days. Now I'm at my worst. And I think I'm PMSing too. I'm not too fond of hormones and feelings at the moment. I'd like to be a robot now, but it's not working out.
I need to stop thinking about all of the good times. I need to focus on something else, like dead babies or something.
Here's some good dead baby jokes from the Orlando trip:
What's the difference between a trampoline and a baby?
- You take off your cleats when you get on a trampoline.
What's small, red, and can't fit in a hallway?
- A baby with a harpoon through its skull.
and my PERSONAL favorite:
How do you fit 100 babies into a box?
- A blender.
How do you get the babies OUT of the box?
- Tortilla chips.
I'm going to go take a shower or something. I need to cleanse myself in more ways than one...take that as you will. I need some Ben Folds and a hot cup of tea right about now, but it's late, and I'm really tired.