I'm just... tired. I guess I thought all the insane rushing-around and panicking was over with once we did the marriage, but this week proved that wrong. I would like to think that all the insanity is over with, because the only thing that's left after the AOS is the change from permanent resident to citizen, but I thought all the insanity was done for a while ago. I was wrong then, so I am too cautious to think that I am right this time.
This evening mood drop is getting really annoying.
On the plus side, I've gotten Hippo Birdies email from people all across the firm today, phone calls from both my mates, a fresh Nutella & strawberry crepe, an art supply baggie, a butterfly necklace, green tea & ginger hand soap, several hilarious cards, a big box from my mom and Sly Cooper 3. Despite the fantastic hassle of the last two days, it does make one feel surprisingly appreciated by the universe at large. I never expect anything for my birthday, that way I am always pleasently surprised; but this year's been particularly nice due to, if nothing else, comparison with the past month.
Well, petting the calico kitten in Bay Cities quarantine last night helped too.