yeah, uh-huh

First off, the sermon last night was about God's promise to Abraham and Sarah, and all I could think of was "Yes, Sarah, you did laugh." SARAH PARSONS I MISS YOU.

Second, I decided this morning that there is no reason to feel guilty for not having anything to do at work because - get this - they're not paying me. Hunh. Interesting. Yeah. Really, they're just missing out on slave labor by not assigning me enough to do.

Not that I have like, nothing to do. I wrote a story last week - a damn good story, if you ask me, only now I don't know if it's going to run. It was possibly going to run today, my editor said; right now, I'm assuming he didn't have a chance to edit it last night, so maybe it'll make it in for tomorrow. Kind of disappointing.

And now I'm working on another one, but stupid people are not calling me back. Honestly, that probably makes up the majority of my time as a reporter - waiting around for busy sources to decide they ought to get back to me. Lame.

Still, it gives me a chance to stay up-to-date on fun Web sites like mylifeisaverage.com and overheardinthenewsroom.com, the latter being very fun for its familiarity. So that's good, I guess.

Good news: The news researcher who sits next to me is hooked on Glee (as everyone should be). So she's cool.

More good news: As crazy as my schedule is, I think I'm managing. I've gotten at least 6 hours of sleep every night, and I'm caught up on schoolwork. Also, my work at the Times counts for my NewsLab class, which is awesome. Internship = homework. So that simplifies things.

Random update: My back hurts really bad. All the time. Too much stress. I'm going to start a "get Molly a professional massage" fund. Donate now! Or...give me a backrub. That would work.

Um...I'm still doing nothing. And I hate pestering my editor, because I feel like if I do that too much, he's going to hate me, but I reallllly want to know if my story is going to run anytime soon.

balls.

Love always,
molly