Right. I have to become somebody else. Get through this interview. Considering I've just spent approx 30 hours in bed, it's gonna be interesting.
My brain just feels like a rusty door, refusing to open fully and give any indication of having any knowledge inside it whatsoever. Sigh.
How am I just so amazing at messing things up? And why do I simultaneously want to a)run away and b)make it worse? Swear words aren't enough for this.
Maybe I should try this exile business. How dare I even consider anything else. Ah, christ. I need a new head. One which doesn't think about things it shouldn't. Fuck.
When I get back from ldn, I'm gonna have an actual stab at figuring out.
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