Okay, yes, I'll admit it, I want the internship I interviewed for on Tuesday. I love the people, I love the place, I love the idea of working on cool websites and learning new things. (I also love that they would pay me, but that's consequential.) I think I'd be well-suited, I think it would be a great opportunity for me, I think it would be a lot of fun.
Which, of course, means that I'm convinced I won't get it.
Of course, if I don't get it, I can go to see area2 at the Shoreline Amphitheater and spend some time hanging out with my family. I do want that, as well. I'll be fine if I don't get this internship. I'll more than manage.
But I do want it, though. And I'm getting used to getting burned.