by the time you read this, mal, rey and i will be creating a lake of tears in the san diego convention center... together...

or, more likely, we'll be screaming as loud and as long as we can, running through the streets and trying to regain our sanity... or letting it deteriorate even further.

P.S. i'm sure we'd rather not have to comfort each other over our respective rejections. this would be the first common mistake in your thinking.