I would REALLY like

to eat a meal. Half a meal, even. Just some fricken food! Two bites of
catfish. CATFISH! Mushy, soft fish. Sick. AGAIN.

I'm super stressed right now. This is my last week at my job. I'm
quitting b/c of the bar exam and finals are coming up within the next
two weeks and I'm not even remotely prepared. So apparently this means
I can't eat.