Summer bummer

It's a bad sign when you wake up, look at your cell phone, and exhale "shit!" Is it not? That's what happened yesterday, when I realized it was June 1st. I need to get me a short-term gym membership and whip myself physically and mentally into shape, so I can be more motivated to kick ass on those cover letters. Is it sad that one of my dream goals for the summer is to get hot and meet that "ever-elusive summer fling" (I say ever-elusive because that is a vague goal every summer that never comes to fruition)?! Shouldn't my one and only priority be securing a job, getting funds, and getting the hell out of the creative wasteland known as the Ford? Whatevs. I'm a bundle of insecurities and contradictions. And I'm OK with that. :)