Yeah. I did read a bit — specifically, a collection of all Purcell’s Sam & Max comics, but anything else was too taxing.

Of course, this may have more to do with how it was my first real relationship, and I was 24, so it was either going to whimper or bang — and managed to do both, sorta.

I was so excited about it all that I broke out the seventh Slayers novel, which I hadn’t read yet, and read that, marking the first book I’d managed to sit down and read.

Let me just try to wrap my mind around this. Your breakup was so bad that you couldn’t read? I mean, shit. And I thought my last one was pretty bad.

Speaking of which, I suppose anime helped me out during my situation, too, but it was too long ago to work into the twelve moments. You may hear more about it, though, if I find something in your posts that sounds similar. I’m not one to pass up an opportunity to sympathize with fellow shaftees. Which are, you know, people who got the shaft.