Spinach Salad, 9 o'clock

I've been in a bad frame of mind for the last week or so, the kind of deal where I lie awake at night worrying that I'll fail calculus and never find love.
 It's just finals. I have to keep reminding myself of that. I'm stressed and wound tight and not everything I tell myself late at night is the truth.
It's hard, though. I'm dealing as best I can. Lots of oranges, lots of hot chocolate. Flannel every day. In a week finals will be over and Christmas will be on its heels, but for now I am making a salad in this dim kitchen and trying to keep some perspective.