i guess the opposite to my 10 minute rejection e-mail, would be the 10 minute acceptance...or at least the 10 minute promise of an interview.

i feel as though a great weight has been lifted from my shoulders.

and it has, because when i leapt up to answer the phone call from the agency, the dwarf i had perched there banged his head into the ceiling and got stuck.

i would let him down, but it's kind of funny seeing his pudgy legs kicking.

and occasionally poking him with a cattle prod.

that shuts the little bastard up.

anyway,

i feel really good about this job, because it's short term, i've done exactly what they're looking for before, and...sometimes you just know things...sometimes they're bad...but sometimes they're ok.

everyone think +ve things on friday, around 11:00.

and i've just seen xXx, and it was ok, but it's given me a KICKARSE idea for an action flick. more later.

and beth orton's new album is great.

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And with that he turns, swirling the cape up and around him. His hard steps echo around the room as he crosses to the door. The nameless guards swing it open, wood swishing against rough tiles. The cape catches the new born wind as he steps through. A single footfall sounds before he trips. "Shit," he mouths, falling.

The crunching sound signals the end of his nose.