Suffice to say, yesterday was not a good day. Spent most of the day crying. Whee! Depression. I can feel it coming and I'm doing my best to fight it. Thanks to those who talked and were there for inanity. (Amusingly, it was mainly imsa-people). Was it naive of me to think it wouldn't be this hard?

Today woke up from nightmares about failing out of harvard, not finding the classroom for celtic christianity, and then not being able to find a job after i flunked out.

Why doesn't my higher than normal level of testosterone mean I'm less emotional?

Anyways, deep breaths, new day.


Happy Mardi Gras & Fat Tuesday! Eat your paczki or your pancakes.