Start with really happy fun sorority event.
Add food. Lots of it.
Throw in the variable of a forgotten midterm tomorrow.
This equals stress eating.
Now subtract all the food you just ate.
Add the terrible feelings that always follow.
Add the feelings of hopelessness for this exam.
Add the fact that my little probably thinks I’m actually a puritan who is always judging her.
Finally, add the phone call from my mom asking if I have a date to semi formal. No mom, the boy I asked turned me down for a fraternity retreat and I have zero other prospects… Yes, I know I should be talking to more boys.
Tonight keeps getting worse.