Oh, bitter Fate! Oh, cruel Irony! Oh, goddamn Small Print!
After all that work on the grant proposal, getting next to nothing else done this weekend, and going through a painful existential crisis about it--and ultimately coming out on the other side of misery with the whole damn thing--
I found out that I needed to request an undergraduate transcript from William & Mary. I THOUGHT I had read the small print carefully to find out whether I needed one. So all that work--and asking my two very fabulous and fabulously busy advisors for letters of recommendation, which they took the time to write--all for nothing.
I guess the only thing to do right now is what I'm doing: listening to http://www.deathmetal.com/nile/, ranting about it, petting Kitty, and soon I'll watch an episode of Moonlighting. And tomorrow, wake up and start reading for linguistic anthropology. Again.
The Book I'm Not (Re)Reading: J. L. Austin's How To Do Things with Words.