I've Got A Job Interview Tomorrow...
...So in a rare break with tradition, I'm not going to wind myself up to the point of frothing-mouthed fury by writing about the injustices, ignorance and general accumulated bullshit of the world immediately before bed. That means that no, you can't have a proper, long blog entry tonight.
I'm not exactly "nervous" in the sense that normal people with a healthy emotional makeup understand that term, but my usual unbroken, arrogant stride across the surface of the planet has been temporarily disrupted by the possibility that shit will head fan-wards in spectacular fashion tomorrow, so exposing myself to anything that's going to throw abject fury into the mix wouldn't be the best idea.
So, that's me done for the night. Wish me luck folks: for tomorrow, I become a man... in the most boring way imaginable. Sigh, whatever happened to the days when the Rite of Manhood involved killing a bear with nothing but your fists and a big rock and then being stripped of your virginity by the village's Ceremonial Prostitute? Those were simpler times.
