Yes, angst, I know. I'm sorry. I'm a bit of an exhausted wreck just now. I am expecting the trip to Cambridge to help (is this insanity?) and the course tonight was really very good, so it's good to think that it might become something to look forward to again, rather than to dread.
In other news, I am such a whore. I shall write poetry about this at some point in the near future, or so my muse is telling me. Apparently I feel sufficiently bad about it that it deserves rhyming angst. Well.