You guys, this week has sucked.

Like, on a scale of one to awful, this week has been somewhere between "a bad martini" and "losing your virginity to someone from the cast of 'Entourage' while the rest of the cast of 'Entourage' is sitting around on leather couches, doing coke and watching 'Batman Begins.'"

This week has been so bad that if some Borscht Belt comedy club audience collectively yelled out "HOW BAD WAS IT?" we'd just start crying. There's only one cure for this feeling.

Wilson. Phillips.

You're welcome! Enjoy the weekend.