To Quote "Gone With the Wind"...

I'm wallowing in self-pity tonight.  Which I normally hate to do.  After all, there is nothing productive that can come from self-pity: it prevents you from accomplishing that which you need to do, it feels shitty, you dislike yourself and nearly everyone around you, and it's just depressing and unmotivating in general.  But sometimes it's necessary to get through life.  And sometimes it can't be controlled.  And it will most likely end.

But for tonight, I am drowning in self-pity.  And "frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn."