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So we have a weekly tech meeting every Thursday morning. And every bloody Thursday, someone asks if we're having the meeting or not. Sheesh! Our default should be yes, we're having the meeting, not to ask about it.

It's not as if we're suddenly hiding from J, or 'oh, we'll fool K and replace the meeting with Folger's crystals! Let's see if she notices.'

Besides, I get breakfast out of it.

Bad news comes in threes, doesn't it?

Well, this is surely the beginnings of a truly foul mood. In high contrast to yesterday's pleasant evening of soda bread and conversation, tonight is full of disappointment.

First, I received the letter that I have been awaiting with bated breath. The letter from the iSchool. As it turns out, the rejection letter.

Secondly, I discovered that my last fit of bill-paying didn't exactly include actually mailing the damn things.

I don't have a third yet, but I'm locking myself into my room to sulk and avoid its looming spectre.