abort, retry, fail?

i'm caught between a rather upbeat set of mental chemicals at the moment (although i slept too long last night and my eyes are kinda gummy) and a couple of valid real-life causes for depression that i can't do anything about.  so the sun is out at LAST after what has been a very long week, my mind is alert and pretty calm, but i can't stop thinking about these things that distress me.  when i feel like this, they make me more frustrated than sad. 

but it's better than feeling depressed for no reason.

and also, we could really use a dust-buster.

ps: i've been reading picard/q fic again and thinking about how none of it ever manages to be totally believable. a lot of fun IMO, but never entirely convincing. why do you think that is?