For the past few months, and the past few weeks especially, I've been going along, filled with a vague sense of worry and uncertainty and the feeling that the next steps of my life are largely in someone else's hands (what's up immigration officials), and working basically all the time (I am normally very into my work, but this is something else) and not keeping up with friends and not sleeping all that well and doing none of the things my body normally needs to make it happy and at some point this weekend I just sort of cracked? What I mean to say is, when I woke up Saturday I was going to get a lot of stuff done and I was just pretty focused on that and by mid Sunday afternoon I had cried for about 12 of my weekend waking hours, of which ...