In the wake of my last post (the first of many admissions-related emotional breakdowns, I'm afraid) I realized: why sulk alone when we can sulk together? We're all going through versions of the same process, so there's no need to be shy. And there's also nothing worse than having someone say "It's going to be OK!" when all you want to do is wallow in the misery, even if just for a little while. Admissions is life or death! Well, it feels like it.
With that, what is your favorite sulking routine? How do you wallow in your misery? I want to know all about the weird nachos you make when you're sad. I want to know if you adopt a uniform of sweatpants and free promotional tshirts when you are feeling especially sorry for yourself.
When I am sulking, I listen exclusively to Elliott Smith and am utterly unproductive. I tend to stay in bed trying to decide on something to watch, but I rarely choose; instead, there is a lot of waffling and indecision and in the end I always end up watching something I've seen 5,000 times (Secretary, Safety Not Guaranteed, Party Monster, But I'm a Cheerleader are in the rotation) in my pajamas. Living in the land of online food delivery means I can drown my sorrow in a bowl of steaming tonkotsu ramen with just a few clicks. I will generally follow that with bourbon, and lately I am feeling Widow Jane on the rocks.