2006-05-01 - 11:06 a.m.
Sartre was wrong.
Hell isn't other people, hell is when "other people" suddenly become you.
Which is why -- when I spent my Sunday driving carpool, getting a pedicure, and eating at the Cheesecake Factory -- I realized I am finally in hell.
I am the thing that I always didn't want to be.
And no, dear reader, despite what you might be expecting -- the final twist at the end when I tell you I actually enjoyed myself -- I can't give you the satisfaction.
I didn't have fun. Not at all.