hotI'm feeling feverish, which is bad....very bad. I don't do sick well.
Also, I have to write a "job intent" letter for my summer gig. Eww. I hate whoring myself out like this. I get to explain all the reasons I should be a boss. Because I'm good at what I do, end of story. I don't do well with self-promotion. I'm never going to make it in film. Then again, I probably wouldn't have made it in theatre either.
I did my reading for tomorrow morning's class. Boring times twelve. Now I have reading for tomorrow night's class, and then it's bedtime. I should probably go to bed now, but I never was much for logic.
