The streak has ended

I was surprised yesterday to find that after 22 rejections, an actual, real-life literary journal has decided to publish one of my short stories. This is somewhat of a setback for my enterprise of morosity and self-loathing, but I'll recover, no doubt. I'll just need to sprawl on the floor and listen to some Seether and Korn for a while, and all that sought-after negativity will come flowing back over me.

All right, enough chit-chat. Time to get depressed again.