throbbing light machine

So I still kind of feel like I'm holding the reins of a herd of runaway horses - or maybe sled dogs, taking the weather into account - but I think I'm going to be okay. Tomorrow is Mailing Day - transcripts from Knox and St. John's, and at least getting writing samples prepped, and enveloped for UMinnesota to my recommenders. And The Boy is going to fight with the GRE phone system for me over the phone while I'm on campus.

I can do this. I can do this. I swear to all that's holy, I'm going to pull this off.