I'm sitting at work. I've been here for 3+ hours, feverishly reading The Bell Jar. I sat here with tears coursing down my cheeks just an hour ago. I sat in the honors building just about to pass out with horror as I read the scene of the main character's first shock treatment for her mental illness. Now I'm utterly drained. My philosophy book burns a hole in my backpack, but how can I settle down to Descartes with Sylvia Plath still coursing through my veins?