Welp, I'm all interviewed up. You should have seen me marching through campus to the SUB in borrowed wedges, hair parted to the opposite side: I was a regular Rory Gilmore out to make her big impression! "Hello, World (please don't reject me)." Whatever they decide, God is in control.
Having returned to my room and stripped of all things professional, I am now strung about the futon lamenting the Melville, Russian, Feminism and Acts that will occupy the remainder of my day. I wish I could rewind this weekend and find where all the time was hid away. Maybe I'll find it in my dreams? Sleep is not to be avoided. How long will my "I just really don't want to get sick" excuse hold up? Probably not much longer. I'll have to take advantage now:
Hey, well I would love to write some more but I am feeling a bit tired. Cass has been sick, you see, and I just really don't want to catch what she has, so...I had better take a nap.
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