Sometimes I try to think of my life like a book, the kind where the protagonist suffers through many trials and tribulations until he finally reaches his ultimate goal and achieves happiness. Well so far I’ve been through quite a few of those trials and I have yet to see an ultimate goal appearing before me. It is then that I realize “Wow… if my life were a book it would be on the clearance shelf.” I mean even in books where things don’t turn out right at least they have some awesome vampires or something… jeez… reality sucks.