absinthe

this morning (read: afternoon) our custodian Rick discovered me in my bathrobe, drinking tea, eating granola, and reading the school newspaper.

"Are you sick?"
"Heartsick. It's more of an injury really."

When did I become so incapable of dealing with things?
My academic and daily life are absolutely crippled by the slightest breeze of romantic difficulty. Scarlett O-Hara would be ashamed.
Which reminds me ... I'm hungry ...