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Happy V-Day, everyone.

And aww, my first rejection of the year. What better day to get it. Now I need to find another market.

Monday brought a new flavor of nervous breakdown. Last summer I had the "ohmygod my writing sucks and I suck" variety. This was "ohmygod the human race is the most worthless waste of organic matter in the universe". Once I thought I was a very confused sociopath. Now I realize I'm actually a raging misanthrope. But I don't think my writing sucks, so it's okay. Also, I have cheesecake.

1 picture = 126 words

No book words today, but two story submissions and a round of picture game.

This one gave me ( this )

I am very fond of that. If she tells me what story it really is, we'll be in business.

Also, I heard something very happifying today, but it is in no way official yet. So I have sekrit happy, and perhaps sekrit heartbreak eventually.

My mood is much improved. When the cylons* come, I might not sell out all of humanity**.

Skipping dinner and going straight to cheesecake is perhaps not such a good idea, according to my stomach.

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* Tricia Helfer can be the form of my destroyer any day. Even if I know more about points of attachment on her scapulae than I ever needed to.

** But still most of it. Don't think you're off the hook. And I won't have any weepy wangsty manpain about doing it, either.