When I'm hurting, I clean.
It's the only thing I can be functional at doing. I don't know if it makes me feel better, or if it distracts me, or why exactly it is I do it, but it never fails - I'm hurt, I clean.

My room is spotless. My computer has more memory.

I took Sylvia Plath's advice and had a nice hot bath tonight. It may have actually made me feel better.
I decided that when I have my own house, I will have one of those beautiful old-fashioned bathtubs.