Fucking mood swings

Over the last few days, my emotions have been going completely off the wall. Have a great time at bardic circle, then feel this nagging sense of emptiness. Enjoy myself immensely at Heather's concert, chatting with one of her friends, then get home, read a bit, and feel like I want to cry.

What the fuck?!? It's not the right time for it to be PMS. This completely sucks.

The wait is finally over: I'm in

So it's official. I got a letter from the Centre for Medieval Studies at University of Toronto accepting me into the program. (I'll get the official letter from Bureaucracy in a few days.) Yay me!

Now comes the search for residence and more applications. But at least I know I'm in the university.

This also, of course, means that I will be leaving for at least a year starting next fall. If I do only a Master's, it will be an absence of one year. If I do a PhD (as my father so desperately wishes), it will be closer to six or seven. I'm sure those who know me know which of these I'm leaning towards at the moment. (Here's a hint: Toronto = blech!) However, I'm not sure yet. For the moment, I shall bask in the gloriosity of a piece of paper letting me do yet more schoolwork. (Someone remind me why I'm doing this again?)