I had a big long post kind of halfway typed out, and then realized that I couldn't publish it without pissing off people I care about who would think it inappropriate to share, sending Stalky into masturbatory overdrive, and probably making those of y'all who aren't Stalky feel helplessly and abjectly sorry for me. It's not A Money Thing. There's nothing anyone can do to help. It's just...unbloggable. And sad. And I think I am going to give myself permission, just for tonight, to drown The Sad in alcohol and junk food. There should be some news on the third. I will either be able to talk about this after that, or else things'll get a whole lot worse. If that happens...I don't even know.
The universe really is fucking senselessly cruel sometimes.
P.S. Please do not e-mail or DM me to ask what this is about, even if we are the very best of friends. I don't feel like discussing it and can't try to figure out a plan to deal with it until I know just how bad it is, hence the consultation of the Relevant Expert on the third.