Not great, but better

I think I've calmed down a little bit. And since I'm sure to have a pretty lengthy amount of downtime for the rest of the week to get work issues cleared up, I have two choices: I could either wallow in self pity, or I can focus on other writing. My fiction is practically nonexistent at the moment because I've neglected it for so long. I could do more freelance work, if I can get it. But most importantly, I need to stop blaming myself for everything that goes wrong, because it can't all be my fault. And even if it is, I'll go crazy locked up in this apartment by myself thinking about it.