Way back when I was a sophomore in college I had a dream. Not the Martin Luther King kind...it was more of a pipe dream. As my roommate E can attest, my dream was to pen a super sappy heartfelt and moving novel that would be welcomed into Oprah's Book Club with eager arms (obv. propelling me to fame and fortune).
But today that dream must die. Not only have I not written said novel but the demise of Oprah (as we know it) is upon us. Today marks her last show and thus the death of a dream.