You're out?

I giggled, and against all odds, I was really in a pretty good mood.
Who knows? Maybe the yoga thing really does work.

And I was hungry, thinking about falafel, weighing whether or not brussel sprouts deserved a second chance, when bam.

Sharon Smith.
No kidding.
"Did you start smoking again when your dad died, Caitlin?"

Jesus God.
She really said that, you know.

"No, Sharon. I started smoking again when I woke up and wanted a cigarette."

"Time will only really help you feel better, Caitlin."
"I hate you, Sharon."

"Sorry, Caitlin. I don't usually drink."
"You really shouldn't drink, Sharon."