I love my lovely friends. One tiny mention that I am being profoundly miserable on Facebook, and my inbox is swamped with cheering messages, drinking suggestions & offers of blind dates. I feel I shld point out that I am declining all offers of cheering me up dates for the near, and quite possibly distant, future. Being essentially unable to flit from man to man, I can't think of anything I want to do less for quite some time (but thank you anyway, I'm sure your colleagues/cousins/friends are charming).
If however, anyone has a) a handy flatshare, or a two bed sublet in the East Village available from September 01, or b) would like to give me lots of chocolate, then that is quite another matter: do, please, point me in its direction.