shut up
I hate it when my brain will not slow down enough to let me sleep. I've been trying for at least an hour or so. I don't even feel very tired, which I should. I also hate that I can't eat. Today I somehow managed a few bites of a candy bar and a bowl of soup, and was then extremely proud of myself, although afterwards I started shaking pretty uncontrollably. I think I'll just give up on the whole eating thing. According to Burr, not knowing what I want to do when I graduate is making me think I won't have a life and therefore subconsciously don't want to live and have stopped eating. This whole thing is getting very old to them (my friends). Previously I hadn't eaten for over 24 hours. Also, I kept getting irrationally angry at Paul to the point that I wanted to strangle him, just because he's started calling me Queso (long story). I don't have anything against the word in general, just for some reason it makes me angry. I think we've decided that it's because it's the name of a food. I even get nauseous watching commercials for food. This sucks so bad. I want to eat. I get hungry. I put food on a plate and set it in front of me, and I just stare at it, depressed. I also want to sleep, but that isn't going to happen any time soon either.