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This was supposed to be my shiny happy post. You know, the one where I dot the "i"s with smiley faces. Because, let's face it, I know what you're saying to yourself. That Niobe, you're thinking, she seems like a nice enough girl and she certainly does know a lot of big words, but her blog is basically kind of a buzzkill and if you looked up emo in the dictionary, you'd see her staring right back at you. So, just for a change of pace, I was going to give you some good news and tell you that I had my interview with the social worker this morning and that Clarissa was going to have her final screening tomorrow.

Note the use of "was" in the previous sentence.

The details really don't matter, but, unfortunately, it's not going to work out with Clarissa. I know she'll be a wonderful carrier for someone, but, due to circumstances beyond our control, that someone is not going to be me. I'm sad about it, partly because this sets us back by months and partly because I'd gotten to know Clarissa a little and I really like her.

Not to mention the fact that my car's in the shop and they just called me and said they were trying really, really hard to figure out how to fix it. And my cat's been quarantined. Oh, and L sent me an email a little while ago. He's drinking espresso. At a charming outdoor café. In Paris.


edited to add: Omigosh. Clarissa commented on my blog. Thank you so much, Clarissa, for your words of encouragement. You can't possibly know how much they mean to me.