I have to go and get dressed for job interview now. Went running on the family-treadmill-that-no-one-uses this morning and now my bones are pudding; that's what my whole body and brain have been. Why do I have to be one of two distinct faces at any one time? It's either go go go or flatfish. I can't take the heat anymore, I can't eat spicy, as if it were a funny story you store up to tell. The man at Ogilvy said be engaged with people; straight-As equals not being engaged with people, who wants straight As anyway, I didn't dislike him when I was talking to him.

I wish we'd taken a picture of that Internet cafe, $5 for a half-hour, doughnut twists and Italians.

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