An end to mania

Even if I'm not bipolar, its terminology describes me well. My more manic side had taken over in the latter half of January to take care of the dire and ominous deadlines of midterms, both the creation and grading thereof. I was looking forward to actually getting some work done for a change when the flu hit me like a ton of bricks and has quite thoroughly nuked my mania. I'm depressed again, and want to run away from my problems, particularly the ones that are somebody else's job to fix.

You know what's worse than teaching in a room that smells like feet? Teaching in someone else's room.