In which a bad weekend is bettered

So I had a really bad weekend. I couldn't get to the (shared, family) computer either day, it rained the entire time, I spent most of it curled up under the covers moping, so on and so forth. I don't know if it was some kind of hormonal dip or that whole solar-powered thing I have going or what. (I notice that the weekends have been particularly tough lately. I think it's because that's when everyone's home and it's no one person--there's just more people around than there used to be, and on the weekends they're all here. We're all competing for the same physical space and the same resources and I'm so stressed out from the final e-book details dragging on and onnnn--last weekend I was in that foul head-punching mood the whole time, remember? So that may be it.) I ended up pulling out Fraser's Marie Antoinette and using my full-spectrum light as a reading lamp for about half an hour, and then I sat under it again this morning while I checked my email on the iThing and maybe that'll help. Also: cinnamon toast.

And then, a few minutes ago, I received the most delightful flame in the history of Flames I Have Received. Oh my God, it is a thing of beauty and joy and magnificent irony. I'm not even saying this in a LET ME TELL YOU, INTERNETS, HOW VERY MUCH I DO NOT CARE way. I am serious, I actually laughed out loud and clapped. Also, it has been pointed out to me that you must look at the interests (expand the "Connect" section), which are particularly hilarious given the stories I tend to tell. I just--seriously. Beauty and delight.