you know that place where you're on the cusp of getting sick and you're already so stressed out about moving and trying to sell your current house, then your other unsold house in Georgia (the one in which you're still paying off the new water heater) has been broken in to and the back door is so effed up that you're going to have to have a whole new door put in and you're still trying to plan your kid's birthday party so he can hang out with his friends a little before you move, but you're trying not to spend too much money since you're pretty much on the cusp of financial ruin and you think that if one more freaking thing goes wrong, you may do something drastic like pull a Britney Spears and shave your head?


Yeah, I'm there.