You know, I never wanted this in the first place. I was happy sailing along in my little skiff for one (most of the time), but then I figured that I'd try it (since, hey, what could I lose). Step out on that limb. Take that chance.

Now I remember anew why I'd rather just forget about all of that nonsense and focus on something more useful, like the GRE's.

It's a fatalist attitude, I know, but I can't help it when each time it seems I open the window, even a crack, I'm left feeling things that I've tried so hard not to feel.

By the way - whatever man made up that "3-day-rule" needs to be squealched out of existance.