Time to start biting the fingernails . . . again.

Not that I actually bite my nails when I'm nervous . . . maybe I should twiddle my thumbs, instead? Actually, the main thing I normally do when nervous is distract myself with a book or movie . . .

But ANYWAY. The reason I get to have anxiety for the next several days/weeks/what have you, is that I've just submitted my cover letter and resume to Deseret Book, applying for their summer publishing internship. GAH! Cross your fingers, friends. If this doesn't work out . . . well, I guess I'll have to keep looking. :P But this would be *so* perfect . . . It even comes with a salary. :D

So, yeah. Here's hoping. And praying. And thinking, and wishing, and planning, and dreaming, each night of his charms . . . Oh, wait, different prayer. ;D