Of all of the weekends in my 27 years, this one has to go down as one of the absolute worst.

On Saturday afternoon I went down to the mailbox to put Elaine's wedding response in the mail (Yeah!!) While I was down there I got the mail out of my mailbox. In the mail was an envelope from the State of Connecticut. My portfolio score.

Needless to say, it didn't go so well. And I spent all day Saturday crying.

However, I have some pretty fantastic friends, and that helped emensely. Erin and Denise made me dinner Saturday night, and we had Friendly's Watermelon Roll for dessert (my favorite). If it hadn't been for the two of them, I would have been miserable and crying all night. They were wonderful.

Sunday was bad again, because I was all alone. I stayed in bed most of the day. But then a friend called, and I ended up going out Sunday night. I normally wouldn't go out the night before school started (only technically, it was just an inservice), but I was having a shitty weekend and deserved to have a good time. And I did have a good time. Watching friends make an ass out of themselves singing karaoke is fun. Good fun. Good clean fun.

And that brings us to now. I'm sorely upset about the portfolio. Especially since everyone else I know did well. I'm devistated to be quite honest. But there's nothing I can do about that now. What's done is done. And now I have to take the next step.