Jun 3, 2004

Though everything still remains vague and nothing can be described as "definitive", I'm still slowly morphing into a sniffling pile of quivering emotional heartache at the mere thought of a final clear negative response. That's right, emily, get it all out now so when the heartache presents itself fully, all games aside, you can go on with your day without skipping a beat. I've still got it; I am still managing to fall in love with every new and probably unreal opportunity I glimpse. The new me is up and running, bouncy and resilient as ever, ready for the next stumble, donning knee pads and a huge neon green helmet to either soften the blow or just let them know I'm coming.

Add "slightly emotionally unstable" to resume.

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