i hate letters.

"We are sorry to....I regret to inform you that....With so many applicants.....The standards for application were very high this year....Sure you understand...Try again...."

crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap.

Okay, so none of my plans have worked out so far, and now when I need to be focussed and ready, I'm sick. Throbbing, fever, throat, nose, lungs, ugh, gungh, blech, blaaaaaaaaaah.

Good thing we've got so many tastefully decorated, strategically place kleenex boxes.

yeah. good thing.