That's a train at the end of the tunnel

[damselfish]

I just got a letter from my school and the freakout has begun in earnest. Part of it was triggered by the fact that they apparently don't have my transcript (long story, don't even ask) and trying to get it from my undergrad is... while not hard, a real pain in the butt on a Friday. I can't do any enrollment stuff until they get it.

Oh yeah, and orientation starts the week of August 10th, which cuts my summer break a good deal shorter than originally anticipated. At this rate I'll barely be settled into my apartment before it's off to school and bye-bye life.

I'm also having second thoughts. And thirds. And... well the list grows exponentially. It doesn't help that I really have no one to flail at when I need to do all my flailing, because my family, for all that I love them, are not very good at backing me up on my neuroses and talking me out of whatever metaphorical tree I've just climbed.

Aaaaagh. I made the wrong choice. D: