mild to intermediate stress/worry
i'm having about five different, conflicting emotions and it's a bad combo. the very important mail is vitally and shudderingly important on how my life is going to work out for the next few months-to-years, but the backing organization is frustratingly opaque about it, including wait times.
only one person here knows what the mail is. it's bittersweet. it feels a little bit like the void. i think i put work into this decision, but now i barely remember it.