The in-person interview for the job that’s perfect for me? It’s tomorrow. I am sick with anxiety. I want it so badly, and I’m going to be absolutely broken-hearted if I don’t get it. So please-please-please send prayers, positive thoughts, voodoo chants, wiccan… um (what do wiccans do? Sprinkle fairy dust while dancing naked by moonlight? I don’t care, just bring it on!), and whatever else you got for me, because I’m going to need it tomorrow.