Also: since certain things in my life have changed that I won't go into, I've been noticing that my feelings have come back. This is a really odd experience. I keep thinking, "I'm out of control! I'm insane!" and then I double check and think, "no, most people would get very angry if they totally prepped for the GRE and worried and anxietized and all that, and then were denied, shall we say, fullfiment? The climax?" I think that would upset anyone.
Feelings are odd.
I'm half tempted to dispose of them again.

But. Hey. Beekiller accepted three of my poems and posted them before even telling me about it. Beekiller's a very Billsburg site for funky Williamsburg-like people. But I managed to sneak in. They also have art. And if anyone called Jon reads, the, ahem, Jon Poem -- It's not about you! I swear!

This means I may not be able to go to grad school next year, as orginally planned, because my GRE scores won't get to the schools I'm applying to until after the deadline. That is, if I wait unitl I can get a new passport. Also need money for the passport thing. Have to beg the 'rents again, for, well, rent.

My, it's unusually warm for October.