Gosh darn it all to heck. My apartment is freezing (and I have no control over the temperature...I'm not sure who does, really...the Arctic powers that be, apparently), I'm hungry, because I'm trying this whole "not eating" thing for a while, in a half-assed (ha! losing weight! half-assed! me so funny!) effort to fit in better with the disgustingly slender San Diego natives, and, for some reason, I can't sleep without having really random anxiety nightmares. As in, "Oh NO!!! I sort of lost my temper and SCOLDED A CHILD!! I AM SUCH A MEAN PERSON!"

I'm a bit tempted to down enough tequila to sleep, but that's probably not one of those healthy coping mechanisms.