I know it's stupid, it really is, but I just keep looking at Martha's pictures from her trip, you know, like every single one, and here I am, stuck with this rainy week, *another* rainy week, and little Timmy is just throwing up again, right onto the carpet again, and I just... I just keep thinking what if I'd done things differently, what if I hadn't stayed here, because everyone knows everyone, and I just can't shake this feeling that I've missed out on... well, on everything, really, everything.