Sigh. Yesterday's WBC count increase was a fluke. He's back down to 0 this morning and cranky as hell.
I didn't win a writing award. Of course it was never in the bag, but I'm pretty insulted, especially when I saw the identity of the person who did win. She's a fine writer, but she doesn't do much in the category in question. It all but wiped out the tiny bit of pride and self-confidence I had left.
I had a load of contractions yesterday for the first time in 7 weeks.
When is this shit going to stop? I mean really: I got that nugget of hope only to have it pulled away 24 hours later. WTF is going on? WTF?