Barb, what a PITA.

I've spent pretty much all day on the couch with a raging headache to accompany my nasty mood. And I slept through therapy, which I will likely have to pay for anyway.

Not the best day ever, really.

I've spent pretty much all day on the couch with a raging headache to accompany my nasty mood. And I slept through therapy, which I will likely have to pay for anyway.

::snuggles with smonster on the Shitty Monday couch::

Thanks for the hairpats, guys. Like I said, I know intellectually, I'm better off, but damn... it just hits me like a punch in the stomach every time I have to look at that goddamned letter.

I mean, you'd think the fact that I've "proved them wrong" by selling the book again would be enough, but... not quite so much.

At least not yet.

Probably because in the back of my mind I'm thinking that it only proves them wrong if it becomes really, really NYT, suck-it A-Rod successful and let's face it, the chances of that happening are right up there with three dudes wandering by saying "See a star, dude?"

Fuckers.

Gah, smonster, I am so sorry for your day. I hope in whatever way possible it picks up for you. I know that when I have days like that, I can sometimes spiral, and it's not pretty.

Sometimes I have to literally jog myself out of it.

I am sorry for the rough day, smonster. I would share my snuggle couch but I'm sick so maybe not. But can I snuggle you from afar?

Watching Buffy on Logo. Bargaining.

Frankie needs a walk. Maybe that will help.

Zen, if the cats continue to be suspicious of each other, one trick is to run your hands through their kibble, then pet one of the cats, then repeat and pet the other cat. Hmmm, other cat smells like familiar food. Not bad.

Feel betters to smonster, Barb, Cass, Pix, and Max, too. Yay for Hagrid rescuers! And yay, Hil!

::snuggles with smonster on the Shitty Monday couch::

Dude, I am sitting here with you.

I had a panic attack at the thought of going into class tonight, and cancelled, like a big coward. I FEEL myself going into a depresso 'sode (yes, I called to find a therapist.)

It's ridiculous, that I am, I dunno, in love and newly married on the one hand, and paralyzed with panic and depression on the other. My brain is so fucking ILLOGICAL. I hates it.

UGHGROSSSMASH.

t joins others on Shitty Monday couch

Sigh. Well if I do stay at my current school, apparently I'm being demoted. They don't think they will have enough newbies next year to justify a new faculty coordinator, so I will be back to a full teaching load with no leadership position. Awesome.

apparently I'm being demoted. They don't think they will have enough newbies next year to justify a new faculty coordinator,

that doesn't sound like a demotion, more like an administration fail. If the position is eliminated because they haven't hired new people, that's not your fault.

True, Pix.