I think I lost my appetite. This is very bad. I never lose my appetite. I adore food. I can out-eat grown men. I don’t even want to cook anymore. My past few meals have been popcorn, oatmeal and peanut butter sandwiches. The only other time this has happened was when Sebastian had moved to Illyria, NJ, 14 hours away from the Midwest, and I’d stayed to complete my masters degree.

This is bad.