Hadn’t really touched the internship applications since two Sundays ago, as i am a bad slacker-type person, so yay for finally buckling down (well, sort of, anyway). My cover letter for The Atlantic Monthly is almost done, so i just need to tweak that and then rewrite it for the other dozen or so internships i’m applying for. (Hopefully my printer won’t run out of ink when i go to print all this stuff.)
Time for bed now, though. At brunch Rosa asked if i was sick, saying i sounded congested. “You have got to be kidding,” i thought, but yeah, i’ve definitely been sniffly all day. This is so not allowed. (I blame Maria and JoJo, even though i’ve barely been around them.)
