trepidation

Sitting at a temp position. Not really anything to do, the phone never rings. I’m being paid $13/hr, which is a sweet deal I guess.
After my last exam, school sorta fizzled out. The pub was full of yelling people and I didn’t really feel like joining them. M and I had a sushi lunch and retired to watch television. Big fun.
Man, this is boring. I’m going to buy a book to read for the afternoon or I am going to go mad.
I wonder if it’s a beautiful day outside. I feel discombobulated and confused. Changes in routine always do this to me.
Yesterday, I had a phone interview with a woman from Van-tel/Safeway credit union. It was 9 in the morning, I hadn’t even had coffee yet. I used the ‘word' professionality instead of professionalism. She didn’t seem fazed by my blunder.
I really want my marks. This is the scary waiting period. I only needed 30% to pass calculus but still. Hhhhnnnn [whimper]
My sister is breezing in from Toronto on Sunday and I can hardly wait.
I don’t feel good. It feels like something is wrong. Sometimes, I can get a low level of panic feeling for days. I hate it when this happens. I need punk music.