Five dollars, and no headache to speak of. She left just as the rain was starting to drizzle on the tips of the grass. I ran to save her but laughed instead. I kept beating it in; I knew I couldn't leave.

There was a ghost who spoke to me from an empty chair. She said she would kill my old self again. She told me I was doomed like Sisyphus. She said, "Be happy."

So, today I mourn. Tomorrow, I relapse.