Mentally skipping along merrily, then a brick wall falls out of nowhere into my skipping path. It seems to crop up every couple of months. As soon as I heard from my mom that Alicia was back again, I felt nothing and assumed that this meant that I was used to this, and held no expectations. As the morning went on, the thought became kind of crippling. And now I've got hope again. Dammit. I started crying on my way to work today. This wasn't supposed to happen.

In other news, dogs apparently aren't allowed in my building, so my very potential subletter fell through. I relisted on craigslist, though, and I do have some people who are going to come see it this week. I'm ready for that to fall into place.