At this rate, kids, I may actually get turned down by schools I didn’t even apply to. Letters 3 & 4 came yesterday and hung out in the mailbox together, waiting to brighten my day. Can’t wait to tell Dad that his planned trip to visit me in Syracuse is off (even though I’ve been telling him, from the start, “Dad, it’s a remote chance. It’s a small possibility. Please stop talking about this.” Etc.). Had minor moments of unhappiness over this in the car on the way to see the family last night, but an hour or so with the little guys and then some time with sister, sister’s fiance, and Donald Trump cleared everything up. I even did a tiny, tiny bit of writing, which is an improvement upon nearly every day since January.
Now I’m at work, having had a lovely Mexican lunch with and Pooch, listening to Ben Folds Five (“Unauthorized Biography of Reinhold Messner) and playing over at Wikinews, which has been entertaining: I’ve written some sports stories and cleaned up articles on Dana Reeves, the AT&T/BellSouth merger and some kind of global poll. Nothing makes me feel better about life than editing, because at least I’m pretty good at that.
Something that does not make me feel good about life: the constant reminder, here at work, that Internet Explorer 6.0 running on Windows 2000 is one of the least stable Web browsers I can think of. SUCKS. I crave my Firefox.
ETA: I shouldn’t laugh, but: One more reason I want to kick Yanni’s ass