... but a few hours in the truck singing along at the top of my lungs to various CD's and a brownie have helped me much. And pocky just put me even better off. I still am lost, confuzzled, and otherwise dumbfounded at my luck, but at least now I feel like doing more than just hiding under the covers in my room for the next few weeks.
Like going to work tomorrow, and possibly even eating in the near future. ;P