I hate myself

I cannot stand my first post. I wrote that after they passed out the free pie at the seminar I was blundering through. It sounds pie-induced, right? Or I'm-a-stay-at-home-mom-on-poppers-there's-a-white-sale-at-Pottery-Barn kind of stupid. Happy stupid. Or maybe that's desperate stupid. But nothing is going right today. I finished my seminar -- on pedagogy -- and realized that I don't know any of the things I'm supposed to know to teach college students. Or any students. Or goats. So I went home to my parents' house and cried. They gave me my medication and now my sullen future is a little farther away and that's enough for now.

So here's the JoySpot -- the one true happy stupid thing -- for today: Klonopin now comes in fruit flavors.