Not entirely glum
I should add briefly that things have not been miserable; most of the week has been fine, really. This morning I was positively cheerful, singing "Morning Has Broken" to myself on the way to work. I think part of my current mood is lack of sleep and part is seasonal; I tend to get glum as the days get shorter. Which is rather odd considering my penchant for staying inside with the blinds closed all the time, and for staying up late. Do Morlocks and troglodytes get Seasonal Affective Disorder? Further research indicated.
Oh, and I got a rejection on the poem I sent to Say...Was That a Kiss? Not unexpected, mind you.
I also sent a story to workshop; it turns out to be the only one submitted for this meeting. Ah, well; it's not one I'm especially attached to, it's not terribly polished, and it's not sf, so it may make a good sacrificial victim and water-tester. (This'll be the meeting at which we tentatively try to combine two writing groups to see how it goes.) And it's a story that I think has potential but that I'm not entirely sure what to do with; it could certainly use some work, so I'm hoping there'll be some useful suggestions.
One more thing: Due to game tomorrow, I'll probably be offline most of the day.
Right. Enough. G'night!