2008-04-22 - 4:17 p.m.
It's my birthday, I'll take 8 million naps if I want to (and have mono)

Wow, has it really been 15 days?

Yikes.

First, we'll do a brief recap and then on to today's madness.

- CO fair went pretty well. I had four interviews and set up another phone interview for later. That phone interview went well and I'll find out Friday if I got the job. Which I REAAAAALLLLLLLLYYYYYYY want.

- I was super tired when I got back. Haven't quite yet recovered from that . . .

- Mostly because I came down with fricking mono last week.

And now you're caught up. (What? You thought that was going to be involved and/or exciting? Who do you think I am?)

On to today!

Each time I write or type the date, I keep wanting to put 4/22/86 instead of 4/22/08. Mostly because whenever I have to write the date starting with 4/22 I’m writing down my birth date.

As of 1:29 this morning, I am 22 years old. Not a landmark birthday, by any means, but still a big one. I’m off of my parents’ insurance and in about 18 days, I will be completely cut off from them financially. Completely and totally on my own. Wow.

I’ve still got The Mono, it’s actually gotten more intense. To the point where I slept almost the entire weekend, getting up only for play rehearsal and formal (which was a semi-disaster, my friend and date Ford practically had to carry me home.) and I came home from school yesterday after struggling through only 2 periods. It’s a strange feeling – I feel like a really, really tired and heavy ghost. My throat feels like I’ve tried unsuccessfully tried to swallow a toothpick horizontally and my head is strangely empty and filled with a spiky lead weight all at the same time.

J, whom I gave The Mono by drinking out of her wine glass the night before we found out I had The Mono, was waiting for me when I got home yesterday. We ate soup and ice cream, napped on the couch, dozed through a movie and then struggled through our last sorority meeting together.

My birthday is hardly call for celebration this year. I was at school all day (stupid? Perhaps, but I made it.) and then I have seminar (last one! Woot!) and then I’m supposed to go meet up with the sorority freshman as a part of Senior Week. At that point, I’m figuring on passing out.

The rest of the week is filled with Senior activities for the sorority, the only one of which I’m likely to show for is the Junior/Senior bar crawl on Thursday. Not that I’ll be drinking, apparently drinking with mono is a Capital B Bad idea. I kinda found that out after passing out after one rum and Coke Saturday. Liver function? Evidently not so much. I'm probably going to die now. Plus, I’m still broker than broke.

Friday, Ford is taking me to yet another social event, this time it’s his Engineer’s Banquet, fondly referred to as the Nerd Ball. Saturday, I have the human resource project recognition day, where I will hopefully win an award, then a two-hour dress rehearsal for the play. Sunday, most likely, I shall be dead.

Happy Golden Birthday to me!