I feel like the universe is making fun of me. It's not enough that I left my (great) apartment and my (really fun, super easy) internship to move back into Sue Sylvester's territory to win back a man with no interest in me, or that I've been locked in a fake elevator for 24 hours and ordered around by a possibly self-aware puppet on a tricycle, now I'm stuck in an entirely different reality where my life is not only a TV show, but it's a TV show that people hate.