I Should Be Crying

I finished the final book in the Aubrey-Maturin series last night. Nervousness is still down. Ptichka is off consuming tonnes of meat in Manitoba and I'm still in Toronto, eating lentils. I didn't get to join the ATC swap that I had wanted to join (and I now have fifteen spare ATCs, which is a record for me). I ruined a skirt I bought on Friday on Saturday. Nezval's academic prose is more difficult to understand than his poetry or creative prose (Go figure). I still have two pages to write. I should be sad. But I'm hormonal. And that means that while half of me is devastated by everything at the moment, the other half is laughing at that half for being such a baby. Sigh. I think that I'll take a nap now.