"When you're bathed in light
And when your body bursts wide open
Do you start to cry--
Not 'cause you died, but 'cause you die still hoping."

How a day filled with good classes, mild weather, nice shoes and seeing oodles of friends can result in being curled up in bed for half an hour trying not to cry and repeating don'thitdon'tcutwon'thitwon'tcut, I'll never understand. But the counter is at 9, so I'd say it's still a good day.