In other news, I got one acceptance this weekend and one rejection. I wish I could figure out a way to make rejections less painful to swallow. I know there really is no way to do that; it never gets any easier. It just sucks that one piece of bad news seems to carry so much more weight than any good news I get. The bad guys are always in the back of my mind, waving their hands, reminding me that they are there, ready to ruin my day. No matter how far back I push them, they never let me forget about them. Evil little bastards . . .
But, I remain undeterred. Bumps in the road are to be expected. I just wish they didn't sting so much. I guess that's what Man Candy was made for. Much like time, they truly do heal all wounds. I decided on a classic. David Beckham. That's the stuff.