If you saw me at work today with my red eyes, it isn't because I was smoking up the entire weekend. It was because I was sitting in my room crying all weekend. Did I lose a loved one? No. Did I find out someone close to me banged a fat girl? No, worse! Fall Out Boy is on hiatus.

How am I supposed to function in this world when the greatest band in the world can't seem to make things work? How am I supposed to sustain a life long commitment to marriage when Fall Out Boy can't coexist?

They are going to wrap up their tour engagements with Blink 182 and then "go their own way" - to quote Fleetwood Mac. I will probably have to commit suicide because a world without Fall Out Boy and David Carradine is just a world I don't want to realize.