oh, hello nervous break down...
*faint*
*revives*
CURSE YOU SHIFTING SANDS OF TIME.
Oh my God. I need three letters. I have two men I was prepared to ask. I was thinking, crud, what am I going to do about the third? And now. NOW. HE'S GONE. One of my two is mysteriously disappeared from the crazy dark, evil world of University and not even trusty, beloved, bloodhound-like practices of Google can retrieve him for me.
omgomgomg. AAAGGHHH.
Seriously speaking, this whole grad school thing is - if possible, MORE stressful that the undergrad process. It makes me want to crawl up in the fetal position and suck my thumb and rock back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth...
And to whine in the slow, long, quietly sustained manner of a puppy who thinks he's all alone in this crazy mixed up world.
(Oh, Fido. You are alone.)