in the dining room, Mouse is killing a mouse.

Mouse is the cat. The mouse is a mouse, and it's squeaking, and Mouse is growling and making strangely maternal-sounding noises. This is how she kills. It takes a long time. She likes to drag it out. Surfing the emotional rush, riding the chemical wave, you know? don't we all do it one way or another?

and I am strung out on stress. I'm inhaling sugar and carbohydrates like my life depends on it. Knee-jerking. Drinking coffee. Yes, to enhance the feeling. If you're gonna stress out, why not go whole hog?

I just want to know if I got this job. It's 4:37 pm. They work late. I have no idea if they'll call me today. But, if they don't call until tomorrow, that means I didn't get it, right?

Aargh. Pass the tortilla chips. Make a fresh mocha. This could be a long night.