Flamethrowers and Umbrellas

Lady didn't get into UW. Which means I have a snowball's chance in a very hot place for getting in. Not that I even think I'll get in anymore. I seriously think, no, know that I won't get in. Which means a lot of thinking - what now? Which is also rather depressing, because I didn't want to go another year like this. I know I shouldn't let it get me down, shouldn't let the current job market depress me, shouldn't let some people I don't even know make my life decisions for me, shouldn't let an old prof's words get to me - but I'm just so defeated. This year was supposed to be something else - more magical, more full of promise. I was supposed to get an awesome and fun job, supposed to finish editing something by now, supposed to make friends, supposed to learn more Greek, supposed to not even be worrying about getting into grad school... Yeah, not so much. I feel rather walloped in the face and I think I'm going to need to pry myself off of the internet and find some perspective. And write. Because that's a dream yet uncrushed.