Butterflies

Listening to: Sounds of the vacumn cleaner and Frank Sinatra - My Way
Feeling: Butterflies in tummy

It is exactly an hour before my long awaited interview and I am freaked out because I really want it.

So freaked out. So freaked out. So freaked out. So freaked out.

I need someone to hold my hands and a cigarette. If no one is willing to hold my hands, a big steaming mug of cafe latte would be good as well.

I hate interviews