Royal purple? Perhaps.

I was planning on writing a post about the Superbowl tonight (FOOTBALL! YEAH!), but more pressing matters presented themselves.

As you may have read, I've been expecting a letter from KSU for the last week and have been getting progressively more neurotic as the days pass. Today, I actually did not check the mail after I brought it in; I think things had progressed to the point where my mind was blanking out that the US Postal Service existed.

After work today, I went to pick up the little dogs from the vet's office (they had their teeth cleaned). En route I realized that I HADN'T LOOKED FOR A LETTER TODAY.

I went into fight-or-flight mode. Sweaty palms, shaky hands, the works. I kept it together while picking up the dogs, then sped home. I picked up the bundle of mail, and flipped through the envelopes.

Nothing.

I resigned myself to another day of ridiculous worrying. I began to sort through the magazin- wait! A manilla envelope? Addressed to me?! From Kansas State?!? I ripped it open, read the first sentence, then emitted a sound that was an odd melding of a squeal, scream, and tortoise-in-coitus noise that went something like this:

EEEEEEEEAAUGGHHHHHOOOWWAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Then I cried a little bit. And called my sister.

 I'm in!