relief.
My GRE is over. I kicked it's ass. My verbal score was less than I expected, but I got a freaking 660 on my quantitative section, which is freaking sweet. Also, Angelo had a cast party for Salome last night, and seeing all the awkward freshmen theatre kids was surreal and hilarious! I left Paul a voicemail last night to say congratulations on the baby, and I think I almost completely meant it. I'm trying to mean it. I want to mean it. And I want to stop having dreams about Brandon. I want a lot of things, but at least my GRE is over forever. I feel rejuvenated.