In my depressed state of mind, I decided to say fuck it to it all and walked over to the bookstore.

I found myself on the phone with The Boyfriend, crying and walking past 'books on cupcakes'. Stopped in an aisle to hide and looked up to see that I was in the bartending and alcohol section. Walked away and faced two books besides each other "foie gras" and "The bacon book"

I felt like the universe was trying to tell me something