I finished "A Million Little Pieces" and was so depressed by it and disturbed that I haven't had anything to say. Even though I'm a couple years behind the contemporary literary scene I remembered that there had been a scandal and that Frey's memoir wasn't actually as nonfictional as it claimed to be. Then today I read The Smoking Gun report on it and can't believe that I wasted my time being upset by it. But now I can finally move back into the real world of productivity and detach myself from Frey's messed-up, made-up world.