A Dash of Failure

Long day. As usual, I got up early and rushed to finish some German busywork.

I checked my email: two rejection letters. Well, not letters, emails, but rejection email doesn't have the same ring.

The Chicago-Sun is only hiring minority interns under some scholarship program, and Chicago Magazine stopped accepting applications a week ago. So it's my fault, on that one, for waiting to ask when I could have sent something in on the 10th.

The answer to the immortal question seems to be "is not chicago."

Not the best start, for a day. And I didn't know what was going on in this book, Simple Stories, that we're reading for German, so my busywork was full of errors. Also, why is every other book based on either The Sound and the Fury, Winesberg, Ohio, or both?

I'm trying to guilt myself into exercising. Running or lifting or something. But nothing competitive and nothing too hard. Basically, I want to be in shape without having to do any actual work.

(Jonas and Jubb are getting up at 6:30 every morning now, in order to weightlift, but I have neither the strength nor the interest required to keep up with those two.)

Anyways, having a nice political discussion (and coming off as the social-contract theorist I most definitely am), so I'll bid you goodnight.