Everything's Gonna Be All Right.

This was never meant to be a platform for the kind of writing that could be labeled "emo" or even "emotionally exploitative," but for the record, I would like to say I am angry and frustrated and anxious about the following things:

1. My current legal status as an immigrant, tourist, and non-EU citizen in Ireland.
2. My housing situation, which is stable but dissatisfying, and too depressing to go into detail about.
3. The fact that my nearly-3-year-old computer is in bits. (For those of you alarmed at my use of the word "bits," it's meant in the Irish/British colloquial sense.)

All of these things will get sorted in time, but in an immediate sense, they are causing grave consternation.

Things, however, that are good:

1. I have the Internet again. It isn't unbelievably fast and sturdy, but it will do.
2. My housing situation for next school year has been sorted. I'll be living in one of the larger rooms in the house I lived in this past fall semester.
3. I've once again been given incentive and motivation to apply to grad school, though for a program completely outside of the MFA sphere of things. This line of thinking is completely independent of the hopes and desires of certain people who would like me to attend grad school for all the wrong reasons, which makes me feel capable of being able to make decisions for myself.

It's past 5 AM and light outside. Must be summer.