Fortunately, ranting at people allowed me to get rid of the initial negative burst of "curl-up-in-a-dark-place-for-a-year" that takes root at such times. Two hours after being informed of the final situation by a customer disservice representative, I'd calmed down enough to start processing information. For newcomers and people who don't know me that well: That's when I get dangerous. Needless to say, I have a plan. Just a pity it has to wait a week before I can put it in toaction.
And then I sat down and bulldozed the chunks of wordcount that had left me stuck and under limit yesterday. Today? 600 over limit. The cost? Half a bar of Green & Black's mint chocolate, a bottle of Kick, and about ten cigarettes. And my wrist has eased off fucking me about, which is nice.
Amazing how these mood-swings can go, really.
