Woke up late this morning, and jumped out of bed in a jolting, jittery mood. The next 36 hours are pretty damn important...and if I wasn't been ignored by all my Chicago friends, I'd be stocking up on hugs this afternoon.
So...I'm leaving in a few moments to get breakfast, and read my lit. theory textbook. As I'm eating, I need to call Dr.G and cancel our appointment for this afternoon, since I have to take my lit final early. I'll grab a bus over to campus and read more, and hopefully write another solid page in my grammar and style final essay. I take the Lit final at 2. After, I'll run over to Howie's house to pick up his car keys and remember where he parked his car.
Then I'll probably go back to campus and finish my Grammar essay (once again, early due to a full day of interviews tomorrow), turn it in with the thank-you note I wrote my professor last night. I'll print out my interview schedule and directions from my neighborhood to the company headquarters, and the phone numbers of my interviewers. Hop a bus back home, lay out my interview suit and blouse, pick shoes, make certain I have nylons that work with the outfit, set out my purse with everything I need for thursday. I'll eat dinner from somewhere delicious, take my pills and drink a good glass of water.
I'll take a shower, shave and exfoliate. I'll put on lotion after and dry my hair straight, so it's easier to put up in the morning. I'll put on my pajamas and set out my underroos for the interview outfit, as well as the my makeup (for the morning and to take with my in case I need touch ups)and contacts. I'll use astringent and lotion on my face, gently, brush my teeth and rinse, and put on neosporin lip treatment to heal the last little edge of my split lip.
I will check everything, keys, directions, schedule, outfit, etc. I'll set my phone and clock-radio alarms and possibly set up an additional alarm on my computer. I'll go to bed and hug my kitten while he lays on my chest and purrs hard enough to give me a heart murmur.
Hopefully, I'll fall asleep and wake up on time.
Freaking Hell, this is a scary week.
14 March 2007
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