my lost funk

After yesterdays internet trauma, I cant shake it off I have lost my funk. I have ignored my own advice and now I am feeling like rubbish. I have decided on my day off work to spend it in my PJs on the sofa considering my options, while eating a tray of fresh brownies( I may just eat it straight from the tin with a spoon)

That tiny part of me is sitting here hoping for an email or text that could turn my mood around, but I think I am fooling myself.

Slick Nic keeps texting me and Mr Muscles sent me a lovely email. But alas no smiles here.