teh thesis, the fear
This morning I was supposed to have a face-to-face interview with a local activist and scholar inre: teh thesis. Since I still don't have a real job, and next year looms like a - well, like a thing that looms, I was hoping to make a strong impression with all my thesisy know-what and the kind of fine speaking skills that impress religious scholars and scientists. This cat's office is less than three miles from my pad, a straight shot on the bike, but I still got lost. I ended up talking to him on the phone an hour later, a flustered and inarticulate mess.
Only Julee Cruise can keep me from The Fear.
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