But despite how well the meeting went, it made me sad.
So here's a poem for you to read while I go cry. It's from the book "count me the stars" by Kylie Johnson (or maybe it's kylie johnson. I don't know if she does the whole lowercase-e-e-cummings thing) that my mom gave me not too long ago.
Kylie Johnson, count me the stars (2008)
Update 10:01pm: I didn't go have a cry, I decided drinking wine and eating leftover Christmas cookies was a more productive use of my time.