A friend of mine who works for a spa just called me and asked if I wanted to “model” for a salt scrub and massage next week. They just hired a new masseuse and she needs to train on spa procedures.
Hella yeah, I want free spa stuff! Are you kidding? I was just thinking to myself that I needed to take some birthday money and go splurge on a massage. Now I don’t have to.
My angst right now is not divine at all.
I am meeting with my writing prof (who is helping me edit my personal statement) in less than four hours. I currently am in love with what I’ve written; I can see some of its weak points, but mostly, it’s pretty good.
I am petrified, however, that he will hate it. Or think it’s wrong for law school, or think it’s wrong for me, or something equally awful.
Yargh! I need to get some work done, and I can’t really concentrate at all since I’m so worried about this meeting this afternoon. Oh, and I spent the morning reinstalling my system software because for some reason Firefox stopped opening. And Mozilla. And Netscape. You know, all the good third-party browsers.
