my interview went really well.
i’m feeling insane from the manicness. the thought of all my financial problems disappearing is kinda tough to describe.
ive been telling people today that i think i probably have it. i think it went well. i’m almost 100% sure that the fact that i think i might have it probably pretty much makes it impossible now. totally jinxed.
sweet sweet sleeping pills, dragging me back to bed. rest sweet toad, for tomorrow you are still a rogue webdesigner. even if i do get this job, they’re going to fire me as soon as they realize who i am. i mean seriously, how long do you really give me? i think i smell a new poll.