I am feeling better today. In order to cheer me up, my mom gave me an expired cake mix box that I just added water to and then played in. It felt like playing in the sand and it sounded like farts. I felt like Ramona Quimby, age 8, when she squeezes out all the toothpaste and watches it pile up in her sink. Good times.
Another part of my upswing was an interview. I have one now in Chicago on Monday at the same place I had one awhile back. It is a totally different position, and hopefully, I am better qualified for this one.
Lastly, thanks for the notes. I really felt the love and I needed it.