So, frens that stayed over have gone home. They thanked me and such. I feel good. Then I go to sleep.

Then I awake.

Then I surf the net.

Then Ginny tells me on ICQ (wonders of technology), that results are out.

Then I check them.

Then I become horribly depressed.

Then I become discouraged.

And I had confidence too. Damn.

Song now: "The One" (Elton John)

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