I made about a metric ton of lasagna on Wednesday night for no good reason, and boy are my cold, leftover vittles tasty.
I feel numb.
My jade plant, in kitschy faux-Ming vase, just fell off the window ledge. The pot broke. I don't feel well enough to sweep up the dirt.
I've been dizzy all day.
My phone is ringing. It's my mother and I won't answer it. I don't want to answer any calls. I don't want to talk to anyone. I don't want to listen to weeks-old voicemails, or see the annoying message notification on my phone, or really do anything but suck on a lime in between shoveling pasta into my gullet.
What do I do now?