my life has come to this

My sister and I just stayed up until 11 p.m. (which, for us, is way past bed time) to watch the season finale of The Bachelor. And this morning on my way to work, I sang (if you can call it singing) along to Whitney Houston’s eighties hit “I Wanna Dance With Somebody.” These two incidents, combined with my current inability to extract myself from my seemingly-glued-to-my-ass grumpy pants, have me feeling slightly concerned about the state of my affairs at the moment. Because, seriously, Whitney was sort of the highlight today. That, and watching The Bachelor break down (thrice did that man cry for the camera).

Conclusion: I need to find the Happy (or the Mark), and fast.