So last week I felt the way a goddess must have felt before she rained down destruction on her worshippers- anger, sadness, regret, and a hole of loneliness like a sucking chest wound. You would think this meant the end of my relationship, but its actually just the opposite. That is going better than I could have ever expected. All last week, I just had the worst feeling of foreboding, so vague and undefinable. It made me think of the commercial in “Ghostbusters”, where they ask if you experience feelings of dread in you attic or basement. Saturday I was cured. There is nothing in the whole wide world so great as an amazing Irishman drunkenly singing a Pogues song into your hair. Just like that, my causeless fury was extinguished, and the world snapped back into place. Some things are just too wonderful...