I got my form letter email back from the Canadian Space Agency late last week. It turns out that my short-lived dreams of becoming an astronaut got grounded indefinitely, and I have been informed that my application will no longer be considered to proceed further through the selection process.
This is exactly how far I thought I'd get in my impromptu decision to apply to fly into space. Still, there was, of course, that little part of me that couldn't help but be excited at the prospect of being selected to be trained as an astronaut.
I'm holding out hope, one day, to be able to take a trip on the Vomit Comet as well as experience a high-G test. I'm pretty sure I'd do really well on both of those.
At least now I know how dejected Pluto must have been when it found out that it was no longer considered a planet.