I’m in the kitchen, grabbing a banana and PB (mmh), not wearing any pants.
My roomie walks in:
-Kim, digging the fragrance
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If I can invite someone over in the midst of finals week, do the responsible thing (whatever that means), kick them out in the morning 50 minutes before an interview, shower and look presentable even if not entirely there, make it to my interview — mind you, a 20-minute walk — with a minute to spare, come in with an embarrassing lack of preparation and too much faith in my interview skills, and land the job:
Then I can go out to DB pub crawl, not do any of my work, and be ridiculous. Studying for my baby section quiz is what this morning is for.
I’ve decided that this week, it’s okay to wallow. Just a little bit. But it’s also the end of wallowing.
As in, next week means no rambling and sharing unnecessarily, controlling my mind, and running. ALL THE RUNNING.
On a completely separate note, let’s go back to fantastically amazing spring break in New York. howsaboutit.