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I got off work this afternoon and headed over to the forge and had a crappy session. Nothing worked right. I was tired, discouraged and all of the sudden really, really angry.

So, my bits of scared, pitted and burnt mild iron went into the waste bin, I washed up and headed home. Well, had to stop and get groceries first. And KFC, 'cause there was no way I was gonna be able to cook.

Len and I were supposed to go to a movie tonight. He called just before 8pm, and I called him back and we had a nice talk. I've got a migraine halo, and I'm pretty sure it's from the KFC -- nasty stuff, what was I thinking?

I still feel... hm, pissed and frustrated.

I went and peeked at the stats on my fanfic, and it's been read by 259 people. I find that hugely comforting and validating, though, of course, who knows what they thought of it -- it's not like it was particularly deep or anything. But just knowing that 259 people read something that I wrote -- huh. And some people have been reading GaiaWatch, too. That's kinda cool.

Part of what has me so frustrated by the nursing school rejection is that I feel time ticking away. Last summer, I said to Jerry - "I dunno if I should try for the PA stuff; I'll be 52 or 53 before I can even start to practice."

"Well, look at it this way," he grinned at me, "you'll be 52 or 53 anyway, right?"

I told my little old lady, Martha, that I hadn't made the cut. Her eyebrows went up in surprise and then she frowned. "What can they be thinking?" and then, "Well, as far as I'm concerned you are as good as a nurse already. And now I get to have you for another year."

I haven't heard from Mike yet.