I am being punked. That is the only explanation I can think of. I am waiting, even after 12 hours, for the camera crew to pop out and the adorable Ashton Kutcher to tell me it is all a joke. Then we will all laugh and move on. Stop right there, hold the presses you say? Mmmmmm.
Just when I thought I had it MOSTLY figured out, someone throws a monkey wrench (the size of NY) in the whole thing. What could I have done to deserve this? This is when the 20/20 hindsight vision kicks in, and things that seemed weird at the time are all crystal clear now.
Well, karma, you witch you, thanks again for the reminder. I guess it just isn't a good idea to go about life with rose colored glasses. Time to whip out the black shades. The truth hurts. and it can only get more twisted from here.