Here I am camped out on my bed amidst papers and pens and notes which appear pretty much meaningless now.
I forgot how much of a random notetaker I am. I can recall that at university I would try to work from my lecture notes which would pretty much resemble na’vi towards the end. I didn’t realise I did Pandora law.
I have pretty much exhausted my fragile mental state. And after half a walnut cake, a million Jaffa cakes and half a tub of Ben and Jerrys, my marathon = calories argument has worn thin.
So tomorrow is interview day. Gulp. Presentation is ok. I’m happy enough with that. The rest of the interview I have prepped for. Some of it I will have to adapt some examples to fit the scenarios if need be but I will have to think on my feet. That’s what life is like. You don’t always exactly fit the mould.
It’s a really stressful time. I can barely think nor function. I must get on with my actual work at some point but I can barely say my name. My head is swelling. So world, this is today’s post. It’s dull, it’s factual, it’s “I’m stressed, I am going mad, but must get off.”
I watched an episode of Annabel Langbein as respite. She made pakoras. Looked gorgeous. But enough of all that. I will blog when it’s over and my mind functions again.
– I don’t run for pleasure. I run for the love of cake. And bread. And pie.