… to make the time pass when you’re feeling sad. If you are just sitting by yourself in your apartment with nothing to do, time slows to a crawl and it feels like your hurt will swell up and swallow you whole. Accounting usually is a mind-numbing, soul-crushing activity that I have to do at the end of each month to show where I spent my budget, but this month it is rather nice to have something I have to do. The accounting I do, I have to track all of my costs and then find missing data and enter it into several different locations. Kind of like “Where’s Waldo”, except there is fifty different Waldos hidden among fifty thousand other people and you don’t know what Waldo looks like. Generally this makes me want to gouge out my testicles and hurl them at a police officer (a man actually did this.) However, today I’m feeling lovelorn and my accounting and data entry is making the time go by faster. The best part is that I’m getting paid to receive this therapy. Break time over, back to number crunching.