Caroline's in bed and I'm lying here on my couch in my pajamas eating Chinese takeout and watching Eat, Pray, Love (instead of studying for boards) because I've had a completely shitty week. I had tried to read the book when I had first started the whole divorce process, but I couldn't get through it. I mean, I was good with the Eat, that was all fine, but the Pray just bored me and I don't think I'm ever gonna get to Love, so I just gave up and rented the movie. It turns out it's kind of bullshit, to be honest, but I think there's some kind of rule that you have to watch it if you are a woman getting divorced and well, what can I say, I'm a rule-follower.
I've spent most of the past six months wondering what is wrong with me, to be completely honest. I don't know if I will ever figure that out.