Paul didn't go out last night as intended because I was upset; we had comforting soup for tea (although I'd bought myself a curry from Marks and Spencer, self-indulgently, in the event that he did go out) and I finally got around to typing up the end of my Jonathan Creek "Omega Man" fic, to share with Eni and distract her from her kitchen ceiling stress.
Also had some very good news over the course of the evening - effectively ending this bloody three-bad-things awfulness - but I probably won't share that for a while.
I'm feeling better this morning. Paul has some options, we discussed them last night, and even though the choices aren't perfect they are nonetheless a whole lot better than unemployment. The sun has finally come out again, also, which has lifted my mood a bit (quite terrifying how much the weather suited my general state of mind last night - we went to the pub and got completely soaked in the downpour), and we have a team lunch this afternoon at Bella Italia - pleasant food and pleasant company. (Goodness me, it's nice not to dread team lunches...)
I seem to be cursed by odd-numbered years. Possibly this is a self-fulfilling prophesy, but it's still quite strange.
I have a photo to post and an icon to make, which is this weekend's task. I also have an overdue embroidery scan to share. Bad Stuff tends to put a damper on any kind of positive productivity, hence why I forced myself to finish typing up my fic last night, despite not really being in the mood and spending some portion of the allocated two hours fiddling with Winamp to update my 'all tracks' playlist with newly-ripped music. (On that note, I am currently addicted to both "Drastic Fantastic" by KT Tunstall and "Day & Age" by the Killers. The latter is absolutely amazing, incidentally. I also caught Brandon Flowers on Jonathan Ross the other week and his prettiness only made my unprecedented Killers-addiction all the worse. :P)
Anyway. Bad Stuff is rubbish, but this too will pass. Eventually. In future I will consider more carefully how/where I post my horrific over-reactions to set-backs, however, if only out of self-preservation of my sanity.
I think that'll do.