They called me on Monday and woke me up. They said they were having a meeting about it later that day, so it should all be decided soon. Thus, this week found me in a resurgence of hope of getting an up or down of some kind. Since I never get any mail, I've been checking the mailbox several times a day just in case the mail comes later than I think it does.
There has been a profound lack of propeller beanies all week.
However, I had two dreams about it last night. In both of them, I got a reply on a grocery-store-style receipt (with purple dot-matrix printing) rather than a letter. In one, I got rejected, so I got really angry and tore up the Saturday paper while screaming something about how they could at least tell me properly. In the other, the receipt was so incomprehensible that I could not tell if I was in or not.
I also had a very stressful dream about a kitten.
Fuck you so much, subconscious.