i. am. such. a. dumbass.

You know what? I deserve whatever crappy grad school's gonna let me in, because I obviously just don't care this time around.

Case in point: Left my Minnesota application lying on my bedroom floor. In Dallas.

Which means I can't give Sean the recommendation letter form, nor can I send copies of said form to Smith and Richardson in Wisconsin (although I might be able to give it to them when I visit). I'm not so worried about the actual application, but jay-sus, you'd think I'd have more concern for the people who are kind enough to help me out on this one.

What the hell is wrong with me?