Spent all day yesterday on the phone, trying to flag down a good expert academic source for Patricia's story on the bizarre events surrounding Venezuela and Mexico.

Of course, I started with G-town, as it is the greatest and most prestigious school in the history of, like, everything. 'Called a couple of times for the Latin American studies director, never got a call back. Plus, my bureau chief didn't think it would fly since the Hoyas are "inside Washington." One day, I shall have my revenge...

After talking with several douchebags, I finally got in touch with the Latin American studies head at Berkeley, who was pretty insightful and even-handed. (Miss E, if city planning is anything like international studies, you should be very proud.)


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Well, I've decided to finally get out there. Honestly I'm scared to move on, but there are plenty of fish in the sea...

I've started drafted cover letters, beginning with a lucrative six-month internship at COX's DC bureau.

I know I know, the I-word - but look, this one's pretty solid and could lead to good things. The pay's decent for an internship, considering they put you up for free in a furnished apartment. I was up past 3 drafting a letter, slamming my head against the wall, and curling up in the fetal position. Before, I never had enough to throw at an employer in the cover. Now, I seem to have the opposite problem - you'd think that'd be a blessing but by 3:15 it really isn't...

*zzzzz*

[head hitting keyboard; mircaculously pressing "enter" to send.]