Published on Thursday, March 8, 2012 by Katherine   It was initially supposed to be a four-dollar fix.  Or it would have been for anyone else in this world.  But this is me.  Remember… Shoot Me Now? This is how it went down: “Katherine, your left headlight is broken.” I go to the auto supply store during lunch.  I tell the gentleman my make and model. He provides me with a new headlight.�...