And the World Comes Crashing Down

So it has been a little over a week since I received the devistating letter from UW saying that I would not be going to Grad School this summer. I was so very very mad. Still am a little mad. I don't understand why I was given the go ahead, but then it didn't happen. I have been going through the stages of grief, but I am trying to pull myself out of it. I keep getting ask, "So what are you going to do now?" Last week my response was to try not to hit anyone. What else can I do but stay where I am and try again next year? As I have said before, I love my job. I guess I feel like something needs to change. I have received a lot of support from my coworkers, the general response to my telling them that I wasn't accepted is, "I'm sorry you are sad, but I am not sorry you are staying." Very comforting, and I am grateful. I tried some retail therapy this weekend, but found that I wasn't very good at it. I kept talking myself out of spending money. I guess that is a good thing, now I will just have more money to spend when I go to Virginia in May. I want another cat, but it just hasn't been convenient to get one yet. And I am pretty sure that my landlord doesn't want anymore pets in the apartment after my stinky cat died. But I have still been paying the extra pet fee every month in the hopes that if I do decide to get another cat some day they won't have a leg to stand on since I have a lease saying I can have one and I have been paying the extra money eventhough I don't have one right now.