I've had this silent fear of dread all day. It's like some horrow movie slow-mo in my head of all the worst possible scenarios that could happen, and they feel so real it scares me. I cried during my daydream today, and I slept on the bus. Only some people could read my mood today, and those that did are the ones that really matter? Or in my case, the one. Its not who you'd expect either. Voted for SGA today. Tomorrow we'll know who won. Estoy muy nerviosa? Until tomorrow then, Your Neighborhood Superman