Well I survived. And so did the apartment.
But at the end of the day it was time for some therapy. Not my usual. I didn't want to be drunk and stupid and in a foul mood. That's a recipe for disaster of epic proportions (don't ask me how I know this.)
No, this disaster called for an intervention of a different sort. This disaster required SuperAuthor Kristan Higgins.
Because truthfully, nothing cures a foul frame of mind better than a good romantic comedy and Kristan Higgins is a master of the form. I've read and loved her books before. I keep them in a locked cupboard, along with the tourniquet, morphine, and fire ax. "Use only when disaster strikes" supplies.
Well it did, and I did, and it worked.
MY ONE AND ONLY. You might want to keep a copy in your disaster preparedness bag. Me, I've got two more just in case.