Normally when I'm feeling off, or fragile, or especially antisocial, I cocoon myself in music, which on work days means my diskman & headphones on the subway.
I was already up on the platform when I realized my batteries were dead. And that my headphones were broken anyway. ::sigh::
Breakfast was lovely, and I got to work without mishap. When I got here, my phone didn't work (not that I mind not talking to anyone, but the point is it was broken). Eventually that got fixed, but now my stomach hurts (probably from all the coffee before/during breakfast).
My supervisor is bringing me cocoa. She's a wonderful woman.