I'm back (for now.)

I've had to wrestle with a lot of emotions last week. No words could describe what I went through yet again for the third time. I've recently become very familiar with the five stages of grieving.

Denial: "I'm a waist 30, not a 32."
Anger: "What do you mean "no discount for brain tumor patients at the movie theater"?! Can I talk to the manager?"
Bargaining: "I'll trade you some cheesecake for a pop tart."
Depression: "I miss Abercrombie." (sob.)
Acceptance: "I'm okay with looking like Antonio Sabato Jr."