I know I stand in line until you think you have the time to spend an evening with me.

I'm sick. I don't like it.

I had an interview and I either want the internship but they don't want me; or I've already pretty much gotten the internship but I'm not sure I want them. It's unclear. Mentally I felt like I had prepared for a different interview than the one they gave. See above about being sick to explain this phenomenon.

To describe this illness, a certain energy and coherence level is required that is not currently available to me. I'm moving very slowly but I must keep moving because if I stop I'll immediately fall asleep into a deep REM state. This happened on the train on the way to work.

The good news is I look pretty sexy in my tie today. Even though my body would prefer to be in pajamas and in bed, dressing up helps sustain me since I have to be at work. I'm definitely rocking the "honey, I'm home" look, with my sleeves rolled up and collar unbuttoned.

Because I love Mintwaster too much to see her go down in flames alone....

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