first i was late, and then it started to go badly

i wrote down the wrong time. it's my favorite to sink my own ship before it even leaves the harbor. so i'm sitting in my car chanting "i'm definitely not getting out of the car before x time...and then i'll fix my shirt and lint roll and it'll be great". instead i had this weird feeling and i checked my cell which i had put on silent and lo and behold there is a message saying "where the hell are you" and so i went running down the street fixing my shirt and wishing i had a black cat so i wouldn't have fur all over me. (i swear i rolled before i got in the car...i don't know why i was so furry...i hardly ever let the cat drive.)

so, i was all flustered and totally not in control of the interview, like i was last time and was all psyched about. head, meet wall. liver, meet cocktail. this day bites.