Have you ever had one of those moments where you realize the infinite possibility for a day to take horrible turns is precisely the reason you didn't want to get out of bed in the first place?
This was my moment.....
Now how do I get out of this wonderfully creepy boiler room and where can I find some clothes? What could I have said to turn living out a fantasy with my dress all torn and tattered in just the right places into being cold and alone in a boiler room? Luckily I had a camera so the whole thing wasn't a complete wash.