WHY, GOD, WHY?

Today was abysmal. I have a cold, I'm physically exhausted, I barely had time to eat except on the train and during class, I had a presentation to do in my three-hour class, I had to teach a dance class all the way in Brookline, I had to go to my jazz class, I had three hour rehearsal, and the only thing getting me through all of this was the promise of a slice of red velvet cake that Pam had swiped me from the dining hall. Red velvet cake is my favorite cake. I nearly sprinted home and threw open the fridge and scoured the living room and kitchen for the cup containing my one glimpse of happiness for the entire day. I found the cup. It was in the trash. Empty. My other roommate ate the cake. She ate my happiness.