And this (from days ago—I have to stop reading sites in reverse!) is so very sad.  You made me cry.  Again.

There are many trite things available to say; none of them help.  Cry.  Break stuff.  Make the neighbors wonder if you're not unstable.  Then laugh at the neighbors, and go buy better stuff. 

Oh, and get drunk.  (Was that trite?  I'm sorry if it seems so, but I really mean it.)  Margarita's or Martini's, vodka Martini's.  Mmmm, I'd forgotten why I like tragedy so much.