Kate stepped in through the door and shut it, careful not to wake anyone up. Today’d been hectic, as usual, and she couldn’t wait to grab a quick shower and slide under the covers.

In passing, she brushed the mouse of her computer, and the monitor turned itself on…

The towel fell to the floor and she felt her heart squeeze inside her chest. She stared, dumbstruck, at the screen, on the verge of tears. How could this happen? How could this happen to her?

She had received an email!

She threw herself onto th–

Okay, just wait one damn minute. Why is it that in every single “moody” movie or show where there is a scene in which someone receives an email, why is it that they always act so god damned surprised, upset, devastated about it? OMG I GOT AN EMAIL OH NO GASP! Christ. If anyone out there actually behaved that way they’d live for about two weeks before their heart gave up on them. Talk about potential murder victim for spammers.