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So there you are, standing with your toes hanging over the edge of the deepest, darkest chasm of soul wrenching misery you expect ever to encounter, listening to the Smiths. You slept only three hours last night, then emerged from your room to start consuming Guiness and cold medication with your housemates at ten in the morning (incidentally). And as you tense your metaphorical self for a great and tragic leap into the spiraling depression that you fully expect will mutilate you in rather serious ways, the incredibly cute girl sitting several seats away in your journalism class compliments your shoelaces. Stunned, you mutter something utterly non-charming. Then you are talking about music, then literature. Then you are making jokes and she is laughing at them. Then she is asking for your phone number and inviting you to see Sparta with her this weekend. Then you are riding the bbus home, feeling like a vast practical joke at your expense has finally found its punchline. Yes life, very clever. Now get the hell off of my sofa.