and I just know I am going to fuck it up. and i hate going into Boston, never mind spending a small fortune on train fare. and who the fuck would hire me anyways? gah. this is going to be a disaster, i just know it. i'd forgotten i told the guy at the dry cleaners that i had an interview today. when i picked my shirts up and he said "good luck" i almost puked. ==== The funniest part being, of course, that I am also beating myself up for going into the interview w/the above attitude. Well, wish me luck. or not.