The Weather is Good, The Fishin' is Fine, But What Do You Do With All of Your Time?

Run back and forth between the mailbox.

I thought being on fall break would distract me from the unbearable wait for the notification letter, but instead I just ran three trips to the mailbox.

2:00 the postman comes every day. Today is the day he decides to be an hour late.

On top of that I'm trying not to overly freak, cause there's a good possibility it's not even here yet today.

Tomorrow marks two weeks since my interview, the max amount of time they say it usually takes. I'll just DIE if it's three weeks. Unfortunately mail is pretty slow to get out here to the Briar Patch.

Baaah, this waiting thing is killing me! WDW applicants are being accepted left and right; get on the bandwagon, Disneyland!!

-Baby Rabbit <3