I'll call somebody tomorrow, and it'll all eventually work out fine. But in that moment, my brain did the dramatic thing it always does, and I thought, This is pretty much like your life right now.
Shut up, brain, I said. Stop being dramatic.
It's true, though, the brain said. Things are sort of flat, and they're slipping.
Grr, I said.
And it's not like it's life or death, I mean, you'll be okay--fine, even. But it's not exactly good.
As a result, I am in a bit of a pity party today. And really looking forward to something good happening soon, whenever soon is.