Oh god. OH GOD NO. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GO ABOUT MY DAY NORMALLY WITH THIS INFORMATION? IT’S LIKE IF A SCHOOL COUNSELOR CAME IN DURING STORY TIME IN KINDERGARTEN AND SAID “YOUR MOM’S DEAD, BUT FINISH THAT MACARONI PICTURE.” I am shattered. TORN, even. Heartbroken. And now I’m supposed to write for the rest of the day like it’s no big deal.

I am dead inside.

Also, that host is a douche.