Why do I let myself get sucked into the reality show black whole? Why is it in movies that they can perfectly tear dresses into smaller versions of themselves? Why am I getting sick? Why am I drawing a complete and utterly blank when there are a million different things I could be going on about: the big party I plan on getting totally trashed at tomorrow night, how I was yelled at today for something totally out of my control, the renewed pressure put on me by the girlfriend to get engaged (which in all honestly is mild) or the great mischievous deed I am about to embark on.