I haven't heard back from Mr. Nick at Nite for awhile, and I just doublechecked the dates I'd sent him that I'll be in the city--and I told him tomorrow when, in fact, I meant a week from tomorrow. But I assume that nothing's happened, as I haven't heard from him. So I emailed him again, asking him to clarify when's best for me to be in the city, and hopefully the answer won't be, 'um, now.' If it is, I guess I'll do the shit thing and cancel on work last minute. (Oops.)

Anyway, yeah. Fret fret fret.

Feel like shit. Called in sick to internship despite closing in on deadline for getting my hours done. Skipping class #1 despite cool guest speaker and can't skip #2 as I have a paper to hand in. Hate everything.

Back to bed now.

Oh, nutbunnies.

Looking at my trusty iCal, I just discovered I have another paper due on Friday. Drat drat drat.

I'm really only taking this well because I have too much to do to panic.

( To Do list, for my own benefit )

So, um, yeah. Baseball = teh good. Student loans = teh bad. I just did my online exit counseling session and basically, I'm going to be repaying my loans for TEN TO THIRTY YEARS. Which I already knew, but seeing it in black and white? Yeah, scared the shit out of me. Jesus Christ.

Okay, I'm fine. Fiiiiine. Absolutely fine.

Meanwhle, work update: 1 out of 3 books read (due friday); paper not yest starte (due wednesday).

Okay. Bed now. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh.

So this week is going to kill me. Dead.

Due tomorrow: a paper and a paper prospectus (I've started the paper, but have no idea what to write for the prospectus, because I neither like nor care about that class)
Thursday: giant event for my internship, for which I am expected to help out
Friday/Saturday: SHOW
Monday: paper (on somewhere between 50 and 100 pages of reading that I haven't done, and which is on webct, and we all know how amazing I am at concentrating on readings on my computer)
Monday: three books read for my internship (I've read a third of two of them), meeting with my advisor to dicuss said reading.

Yeah, I'm going to ask if I can push that meeting back a few days. Other than that, my deadlines are pretty much non-negotiable, and I may have one of my fun crying breakdowns this week. Goody.

Well, I feel a little less crappy now. I got almost 9 hours of sleep last night, and then after work came home and crashed for three. And am about to head to bed so I can get 8 before my class/test tomorrow.

The bad news is that I am not prepared for this test. I'm more prepared than I was before studying, but I really feel like my grasp on the material is tenuous at best. I don't know what format the test is, so I don't know if I know enough or not. I've never missed a class and only one discussion section, and plan to read through my notes before bed, but haven't kept up on the reading. I went through all the discussion questions we've had and answered them in varying lengths. (I'm good on Medicare/Medicaid and historical development. I'm bad on... everything else. Damn HMOs. And WTF is a PPO plan? Aaaaaigh.)

I'm currently hoping this test will provide a kick in the ass to get me to work a little harder the second half of the semester. But that's just because I need something to hope for, since doing well on the exam doesn't seem like it's gonna happen.

The other bad news is housing lotto numbers come out tomorrow. Shoot me now, please, I'm in bed and everything.

The unrelated news is that I've get yet another Hiatt appointment tomorrow, and after this should hopefully be able to get out my applications to the local-ish internships Monday or Tuesday. The less local ones I'm aiming for the week after next sometime, most of which (I'm hoping) will be due to gathering recommendations. (Note to self: do that.)

The good news is that, good capitalist that I am, I cheered myself up from being sick/failing class by buying stuff. Specifically, after saving since December, I finally ordered season one of The West Wing, which should be here in a little under two weeks.

The other good news is that tomorrow I'm going to go play with Rachel (and possibly Nicole), and there will be Owen Wilson. Ohhhh yes.

And now, I'm exhausted and would like to get at least 8 hours of sleep before my test. Which I'm going to fail.

Oh, kill me now. Please.

So today I learned that no matter how good my intentions, I don't get work done if there are other people around/moving images to be had. So, today I managed to read about 35 pages, run my laundry and clean my room. I did not read about 170 pages or do my econ problem set.

The upshot is, if anyone sees me not locked in my room working tomorrow, please kick my ass.

(In all fairness, I'd have done more reading if I didn't find F. Scott Fitzgerald so fucking boring. I understand why we're reading it, but I still have trouble forcing myself into it. Blah blah blah, jazz age, speakeasies, roaring 20s, post-war disenfranchizement, lost generation. I still don't like Fitzgerald. But at least it's not Gatsby.)

Anyway, bed now; working tomorrow. Seriously. Kick my ass.