Sometimes you just need to take a walk.
So, the only piece of advice I've received this week was to watch a chick-flick, eat a tube of cookie dough, and have a good cry. Fifteen minutes into The Fountain, I looked for a new movie. I tried some of the other movies I could find and ended up with Music and Lyrics.
Man, that was bad advice. I should have realized that my natural reflex to gooey feelings is to swallow them and go numb. That's how this all started. The frustration mounts, and I don't even quite know what the frustration is about.
I'm going for a walk, and if I'm lucky I'll get hit by a car so I have an excuse for not having my final projects done for tomorrow. Maybe I can get jumped by a gang or something. I'll keep my eye out for opportunities.