I am worn out from all this visiting and walking and talking. Yesterday, I got incredibly worked up about something unrelated and had about an hour of loud, nauseous tears, but I can't help feeling like I wouldn't have been so upset if I hadn't been so tired. I am the most vulnerable to my own neuroses when I am worn down like I am now. I was so upset, in fact, that I forgot I got another acceptance yesterday. I have never gotten back-to-back acceptances like that. And my parents, who(m?) I love a lot, are here with me, and I am feeling a little more at home in my new home every day. Also my couch doesn't smell of cat pee anymore, and I ate a lot of pickled mussels tonight. I have to tell myself that Okay, self, you can be upset about the things that make you deeply sad, but you also have to be happy about the good things.
As Dottie from This Is My Life would say, Girls, this is a Life Lesson.
I cannot tell you how many times I've seen that horrible film.