Well, it felt like it, anyhow...
Last Friday on the 29th, my boyfriend of FIVE years and I broke up. (No sympathy please, that's not why I'm typing this) I lived with him, so needless to say on top of being completely heartbroken, I was stressed out about moving and being able to find a place to live by myself. Put simply, I looked very similar to my current avatar for about three days straight.
Then, I was sitting on my mom and dad's couch by myself after having another good cry, and I thought aloud, "What am I going to do now??", and a little voice popped into my head...
"You gotta dance, dance, dance!!!!"
That was the first time I'd even so much as cracked a smile in three days, and while of course I'm doing better now, I'll credit Foster's for being the one to wrap a rope around me and forcefully drag me out of the misery.
Just another reason why Foster's is one of the greatest shows ever... at least in my opinion.