I literally just let out a heavy sigh.
Anyway, to celebrate my "raise" (yes, the sarcastic quotation marks make me feel better), I got a giant pizza from the best pizza place in town to share with my parents, and had a very nice evening. Tomorrow I'm having lunch with Sara and Kathren, and then Sara and I have to bear down on the final details for Kathren's baby shower next Saturday. I'm getting kind of excited about the baby? Someone remind me of that in a few months.
Rachel sent me an article about Robin Williams, where his widow had released the fact he had Lewy body dementia and was not expected to live long. Morbidly, it made me feel so much better. Last year, finding out that he had committed suicide just sent me into this tailspin of thinking, "Well, he made it to 63 with depression, I guess that's the best I can hope for." Which sucked. This still sucks, but less. (Ah, eloquence.)
I'm now painting my nails, eating cookies, and watching a Viggo Mortensen movie on Netflix. Is there anything this guy doesn't look roughly handsome in?