Wille E. Cayote and I have a few things in common

Do remember Saturday morning cartoons. Yes, back in our prime when waking up at 6:00am was a must just to catch a cartoon flick of bears using their chests to propel love to their enemies, and/or a duck and a rabbit run away constantlt from a hunter with a lisp that makes him sound as though he's three years old. Well, at some points our hero's and/or their villains would have an episode or two where everything would go horribly wrong, with one event after another, to such a point that we would giggle uncontrolably. Today, I have experienced what Wille E. Cayote felt when he chased the road runner. The constant chain of horrible events that run along without stopping. Just when I'm feling the blow of one piece of news another comes barreling down out of the sky. The difference? I am not giggling. Now where do I find myself? Well, I am presently listening to Jennifer Love Hewitt sing about how she feels "Barenaked". Yes, I have found myself listening and swaying and crying along to the sickly pop-ish songs that my sister listens to. Have I really sunk so low?