taxi?
I’m normally an advocate for in-hand books and pen and paper note taking, but here I am typing in an online blog. I’m not sure what I’ll even talk about. My days are filled with three things: work, school, and more work. My days/nights exclude: sleep, “me” time, and more sleep. I try to get to the gym every day like I used to but because of my extreme exhaustion, it’s difficult.
Somehow, I got my homework done for today and tomorrow’s class. I should be crawling into bed right now to sleep for one measly hour. How sad that I’m excited for such a small nap? I work directly after class and I’m not too thrilled about the diapers I’ll have to change and the stale crackers I’ll munch on due to boredom.
Maybe I’ll use this blog to complain because I can complain all day! My friends and acquaintances probably get sick of it; I even get sick of it.
Yesterday I applied for an internship in Boston at various publishing companies. I was pretty excited until I read that I’ll have to participate in various interviews. I should have known. I’m not sure why I was so surprised. Because of the interviews, I’m not feeling as hopeful. My shaky voice, sweaty forehead, and lack of consistent eye contact will more than likely kick me out of the race. Just stick me behind a desk and give me things to edit and I’ll be fine. I’ll even run your errands and buy you coffee; just don’t make me talk out loud under pressure. It will be painful for the both of us.
