Standing in line at the bank machine this morning (I simply adore standing in any sort of line), a man and a woman were chatting behind me so of course, I had to listen in.
She said "I rode in with her on the train this morning and I thought I was going to have to slit my fucking wrists!'.
I turned and chuckled and she said to me "Too dramatic?" "No, I know just how you feel", I replied. "Oh, you must know her" and they went back to talking.
Proof that I'm not alone in the universe.
This also ties in nicely with Barbara's review of an interesting sounding film Wristcutters: A Love Story.