I feel like a zombie: listless, drained. I got up early today for my phone interview, which I BSed my way through. We'll see if I make it to the next round. Afterwards, I sent cards out and that took a long time since I made each card. Then my parents got home and lectured me about leaving my application until the last minute, which was both true and untrue. I got upset because I didn't want to be judged by them-- they don't know my whole story. I lost my temper. Childish, yes. I need a drink. And sleep.