Yes indeed, all of my warm fuzzies have been stamped into the dirt, even those from the few schools that have accepted me. As I have not heard about funding, and as I was under the mistaken impression that my first acceptance would clear all anxiety from my life, the dull throb of waiting and waiting, and then, waiting has stolen the color from my rainbow, the song from my lark, the lead from my pencil, and it is having a poor result in the bed...well. Needless to say though, Washington could give my mirth rebirth, if they wanted, conceding how unlikely such an event is. (Ren. lit. eh? I'm excited about Yeats. Do you know what about ren. lit. you are interested in focusing on, a particular facet or author, type of criticism etc...?)