Well, if I can't go on AIM, and I've read all of Overheard and Go Fug Yourself, and caught up on LiveJournal, and I've got nothing better to do than listen to Tori Amos and cry, I should probably go to bed. I am really, really hoping for an upswing soon, because feeling like this just isn't tolerable, and that's *without* life launching grenades at me every bloody day. Which it is doing. Which doesn't help. Argh.
Thanks, all of you, for being lovely in comments, though. xxx