So lately I've taken to drinking coffee (not black) in times of distress.

(Curiously enough, my caffeinated comfort drink makes me sleepy--I'm still trying to figure out how that can be.)

I like savoring the bitter sweet taste in my mouth as I brood in my little corner of the room, buried beneath my heavy blankets, completely distracted from the textbooks that often lie open on my lap, pages unread.   

On the down side, it makes one's breath smell foul.

Well.  I suppose that's not necessarily a bad thing if you don't want people to talk to you--after all, brooding is a solitary activity.  Occasionally I feel like sticking a "Do Not Disturb" sign on my forehead because my housemates can be rather dense at times.