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It would be wrong of me to tell the interviewer to employ me because I have got to get the hell out of this house. But I could mention it in casual conversation, perhaps.

[Paternal is fretting about my interview tomorrow. It is So Not Helping. Also he was disparaging about the tip that is my room but it merely reflects my internal turmoil, dude! But he is driving me to get the train early tomorrow so I am grateful of course but... ugh, maybe I should just sneak out and get the bus after all.]

[I am totally freaking out, of course. I am going to pack my bag and decide on my jewellery and then sleep, because I have slept liek five hours of the last forty-eight. I skimmed through the interview advice. I have not done half the shit I meant to do. But I did paint my nails. And. I dunno. I will be enthusiastic. And engaging. Or some such.]

[OK OK I prepped, I good, I go sleep now now now or I be dead in morrow. AGH.]