I wish I knew what to hope for. I’ve been waiting six weeks for tomorrow, and now I realize that not only am I unsure that I’ll learn anything of substance, but I’m also not sure whether to hope that they’ll find out what’s been making me feel crummy or that they’ll find out that nothing’s wrong. Either way seems depressing. And so I’m caught sitting here and worrying about tomorrow.

I also wish I knew how to keep myself afloat while feeling crummy. Currently I just withdraw, which is stupid because then I’m lonely and feel crummy. But I haven’t mastered the trick of being social just then without also being whiny and completely self-absorbed, so I’m caught sitting on the sidelines, unfit for company and unfit to be alone.

Thank goodness for friends who’ll come sit with me anyway. And send me virtual chocolate. And tell me not to worry about tomorrow until tomorrow. And generally be good friends.

And that, fair reader, was the designated whine for today.