Have you ever had one of those weeks where things just continually got worse? I'm in the midst of one of those periods and I have to admit the sense of self-pity has shifted entirely to one of hilarity. How is it even possible for so much to go cosmically wrong in such a serialized, increasingly unfortunate spree? I'm not sure, but at this point the only option I have is laughter. Sometimes that's all you need to put things into perspective. Sure, I twisted my ankle, came down with a cold, and…