Ya know, the first thing that comes to mind is that you've been hideously sick for over a week, and physical enervation has a way of making everything seem like shit. It's not that all the stuff that's bothering you isn't real; sure, you have real concerns, but you also have real joys that just aren't seeming real joyful at the moment. I suspect if that person had "unfriended" you a month ago when you were feeling strong and healthy and kicking karate ass, it wouldn't have brought you down quite so deeply.

If it's any consolation, snape_after_dh is coming up in just a week. ;-) And I have several stories to contribute, including the beginning of Severus Evans, an AU life of Severus in which getting what he wants doesn't necessarily mean he gets to live happily ever after... not as long as Dumbledore remains a conniving, manipulative bastard. But maybe Severus has fun along the way, anyway. ;-)

I'm also doing a Not Dead Yet fic in which Severus says screw-you to the British Wizarding World and ends up working in a Duluth coffeehouse that bears something of a resemblance to Minneapolis' May Day. Why the hell not.

Hang in there, Peg.