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The interview, as far as I am concerned, went very well. If they don't give me the job the problem is theirs, not mine; I did as much as I could, frankly. The job looks amazing and perfect for me, and I shall stop there because I don't want to jinx it. So. Yeah. Wish me luck?

Home was nice. Parents were sweet, the room I'm moving into is actually damned nice and there is storage space aplenty, and much much Green Wing was watched, and Mac is just.... yes. We is liking him.

I'm reading the Wind Up Bird Chronicle, and I adore Murakami. Such an odd book.

And I seem to have acquired a crush, and keep grinning like an utter twat. Oops?

I'd be more wordy about it all but I'm conversing. And it's important. I'll get back to y'all later. :D!