Got shot down twice in one day, yesterday. I knew it was possible, but I didn't know it would happen this soon and in this way. What I wasn't counting on, was if I would be able to live through every excruciating minute of it. But I did. Wow.
I'm not going to think about it that much (I promise) since fortunately, I had Jasper to count on for providing the booze, the junk food, the rivers of Mountain Dew, and the all night (well, two thirds of the night at least) movie marathon.
I love these rare moments of 'emotional herding' -- something to keep my senses in check and prevent them from shooting off in different random directions. I still can't help feeling waves of sadness, but I guess it's natural.
Anyway, right now I just got home. I'll live.
