I think I've given myself an ulcer, or there are unfriendly parasites growing in my gut; I've developed a persistent twitch in the tear duct of my left eye; and I'm constipated.
I will be so very glad when this interview business is done and over with. Which will be by four o'clock wednesday.
I must to go and fetch a paper bag to breathe into, now.
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