That's what I do. I want to cry? I cry into a bag of chips. Or fast food. Or anything that we have in the house, which right now isn't much since we're leaving for vacation in a few days.
This morning when I opened the paper I saw an article that has shaken me. One of my "babies" (Had my 1st year here, as freshmen, and they graduated last month) was killed on Sunday. Funeral is on Saturday.
My heart is broken.