Moods and the Weather

It's pouring out I am in the midst of writing a paper (due at 2:45 today) about the effect that contemporary critical literary theories have had upon reading.  Although I was originally stoked to write about this, now that I've had some seminal conversations with my husband and took a beating on a stock, I really just want to hide my head under the covers somewhere and never come out.  This is not like me at all.  I feel so defeated and would just like to get away and nurse my wounds like a wild thing would.  I think I have run headlong into the brick wall of reality and smashed up against it.   I hope that something changes for the better, but I feel so utterly at sea and I'd  just like to be able to stop and let the tears flow before trying to gear up and move on.