Well, shit.
Just had a good, long talk with my boss's boss. Due to some ambiguous language that's been implicated about my future with the company, I'd been misled to believe I was transitioning to permanent employment here in a couple weeks.
Turns out they just extended my contract for another half year. Another half year without a vacation. That's gonna take me to year #4.
I haven't felt this much emotional weight since I was evacuated from my apartment due to the Waldo Canyon wildfire. I know it's probably foolish of me to hinge so much hope on something that seems this small, but I've been doing school, work, and a band, all full-time, for 3 years. It takes a lot of strength to keep myself from burning out.