Feb 07, 2006 02:03
It's 2am and I can't sleep. This usually only happens the day before some big event, or the evening after the initial pursuit of a man, but neither of these are the case tonight.
Some of my thoughts:
Exactly 3 months (from yesterday--the 6th) and I'll be a college graduate.
Should I babysit this summer? I'll work 50 hours a week and get paid close to $8 an hour. I'd get to practice those mothering & teaching skills I'm so anxious to learn. But last summer, I didn't have a life besides babysitting. Despite popular opinion, it's really not the easiest job.
If I could move out of my apartment tomorrow and in with Aunt Eunice, I'd do so.
I wonder when those Montgomerians are going to contact me about a job? (I sent in my application last Tuesday.)
Am I OCD when it comes to cleanliness? Do I have a real mental illness?
What are some good questions I can ask Nancy Pearcey tomorrow when I pick her up from the airport?
How on earth could God be so faithfully merciful to a wretch like me?