"Why did I accept a break up present? Who even does that, anyway? 'I hope I never see you again, here, take this antique mirror.' It is the mirror, right? It's the only thing different in my life from yesterday to today. I mean...other than what's glaringly obvious, reflecting back at me. Somehow...I'm a cow. A girl cow, with a huge bulbous udder, and a nightgown I don't remember putting on (which really accentuates my curves). This is insane...what do I do, do I break the mirror and hope that doesn't doom me even worse? Do I call her up and beg for her to undo this? I just...I can't deal with this right now...I'm going back to bed."