Now I know I'm broken

[desperance]

My agent phoned an hour ago, to say how much he liked the new book. This is a good thing, and ought to make me happy.

And yet, since then I have spilled cooked rice all over the kitchen floor, shouted at Barry, bitten my tongue (not a metaphor: metaphors don't bleed) and generally find myself absolutely at the ragged edge of functionality.

I am going to give up on the day altogether and retreat to the sofa with a bottle or two of wine, and no ambition beyond making a better fist of tomorrow.

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[mizkit.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I know, but some days when all the little stuff goes wrong and you know you're overreacting, hugs are good to have anyway. :)

Plus, your agent likes your book. :)

*LAUGHS* Have a nice time in bed with eBear. :)