Signs that Pippa is Not Happy

I have eaten an entire box of Belgian Chocolate.

I have eaten them along with an entire bottle of wine.

My iPod is set on repeating some of the most depressing love songs I own.

I have yet to get out of bed and it is approaching noon.

I went to bed around five p.m. yesterday.

The only clothing I want to wear are my robe and my socks.

I keep picking up the phone.

I don't dial anyone.

I spent twenty minutes sobbing over the piece of chocolate shaped like a four-leaf clover.

I've been watching Titanic and hoping the stupid redhead jumps off the back of the boat and drowns.

I want my Ro puppy.