What a week. Which phrase is usually accompanied by an exclamation point. But an exclamation point implies a certain cheeriness, and I need those words to drag with exhaustion, maybe mumble as though from beneath the bedcovers...which I want to pull over my head.

This was a week of Rose Red and Bantling visiting, which was lovely, but it was also a week of house-sitting for my parents. Which means it was a week of highway commutes to and from work. And though I'd slated today to catch up on all the necessaries (contacting friends, cleaning my apartment, grocery shopping, paying rent), last night I received an email informing me that a library position had just opened up. So instead of getting my life back in order, I've spent today filling out an application, perfecting my resume, contacting the interview authorities, and generally panicking.

Am I ready to work full time at this? I'm not even prepared for the interview! What if I *don't* get this position? Where will I work, then? What will I do about my B&N job? My internship?

To top it all off, I received my electric bill today. Even considering that all my appliances, my water heater, and my stove are electric, should my bill really be $150 for the month? When I keep my heater at 60 degrees, turn one light on each evening, and run my dishwasher but once a week? Am I mad for thinking that's an absurd amount?

Alas! Month of March, why dost thou hate me so?

ETA: I've also just discovered that the woman supposed to be in charge of my internship is leaving the libraries I've been working at, and therefore her role as my internship supervisor, in order to take a position elsewhere. So now that I'm halfway finished with it, I get to figure out how to keep my internship...and the three credits I need for graduation.

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