Well, it looks like your guess is as good as mine.

I'm trying really hard not to panic; get angry; feel like God is against me; get depressed; be frustrated; take it out on baggage people who can't locate my baggage after hours spent patient and hopeful in the airport, then with a friend, then heading back to Bville despite the imminence of another airport-shuttle; be disappointed or sad; wonder about my life in general; feel guilty for having to call my friends and explain the snowstorm (which they're experiencing) delay; cry a bit; kick things; admire cute passing girls who embarrassingly witnessed me kicking things; or worry about my back after having to ice-pack and 'stabilize' it for just this one attempt... etc.

I'm really trying hard to remember: soon I will see friends; take pictures, maybe interesting ones; be alive in a new place; and that as of tomorrow, I will also know whether my application for an amazing huge-but-cheap downtown art studio is accepted.

Cycle cycle cycle. I just want things to change up--in my own patterns--is all. Oh, and for the good.