Sara sans "h"

I thought about going to dinner in the cafeteria, but then I decided not to. My primary reason: I didn't want to struggle with a fork left handed in such a public place.
Instead, I am sitting here, eating my mac 'n cheese, struggling to get the noodles to go on the fork and happy as a clam that I am not in the caf.
Also, writing a paper. Easier done here where my computer calls home.

I eat my feelings. Whenever I am talking about something that makes me particularly uncomfortable, it is nice to do something that is very familiar afterwards, such as eating or reading certain kind of stories. But eating seems to be so much more quick to quell the overall feelings of awful I have.
For instance, right now, I should be in bed. Instead, I just got finished with a difficult conversation and am now sitting here, listening to music, eating chips and feeling like a terrible person.