It's just like every other time I've written an important paper, except I'm not actually getting a grade. I'm getting a job.

I'm trying to trick myself into writing the letter by promising myself things I was going to do anyway.

"Oooh....if you write that letter, Hannah, you can go to Borders and pick something out."
"Self, I have a coupon *and* a giftcard. I was totally going to buy things for cheap anyway."
"What if I refuse to take you?"
(blank stare)

All I need is some cherry coke and it to be 3 a.m., and this is totally my senior spring semester all over again.