Schedule for tomorrow:
- Wake up at a ridiculous hour and have a shower while still half-zombified.
- Attend a superfluous appointment with a government office simply so that they can claim money for having ‘referred’ me to something, despite the fact that I found the program all by myself.
- Catch a bus into town and eat an apricot danish. Restrain self from getting another one.
- Wander on down to Cavalier and get business plan and financial summary printed in all their silky, colourful glory.
- Grab some 25mm white bias binding for Sebastian’s Mum.
- Pick up black and white coat from dry-cleaners (dirty after unfortunate recent drunken disgustingness).
- Saunter into a small room with calming music and overbearing scents, to have hair ripped out of delicate places by a girl who hopefully won’t look like a porn star.
- Limp down the street and possibly need another apricot danish.
- Present my super-duper business plan for a woman called Monica, complete with dubious financial information.
- Sign a contract. Scary.
- Go home, with a full-time job doing something that I love.
Why is this so terrifying?
