You know how I feel? I feel like that poor helpless duck in About a Boy, just minding its own business in the pond, but got struck to death out of nowhere by a huge flying saucer bread anyway. And I feel sad. By my definitions, I've hit rock bottom cos I'm so distraught I'd listen but can't hear music anymore. Maybe I'm just wallowing, and should pay attention to my best friend, whose reply to me feeling like the saddest girl on earth is, "What an achievement".