The past ten hours have left me struggling to breathe. I feel like I'm drowning, and I can't seem to reach the surface despite my persistent, albeit futile effort.
But I don't feel like talking about it. So please don't ask.
Armed with pizza, ice cream, red vines, mt dew, all seven seasons of Gilmore Girls, and the resounding late-night shouts of "Go forth and conquer!" + hugs from my loves Lauren and Kelsie, there is a small glimmer of hope that things will eventually be ok.