I have a horrible habit of rubbing salt into my own wounds.  It’s like when you’re a teenager and you’re depressed and you listen to Morrissey or the Cure and then you feel really terrible and pretty soon you’re wailing and writing bad poetry.  I still do that (except the poetry part).  I can’t help but look at the car crash that will make me feel even worse.  I know it will but yet I can’t resist the urge.  And low and behold, guess what?  I feel even worse!  I think it’s called “Wallowing in one’s own misery”.  Argh!  Waiter, I need a table for Pity, party of one!