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Don't jinx it, but I got a job interview this Friday with an actual realio trulio theatre in actual realio trulio New York City.

Well, the interview isn't in New York City, the theatre is. The interview is on the telephone.

Still! Interview! YAYES!

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In other news, I've thrown my back out. It's only a matter of time before I start yelling at kids to get off the lawn and wearing my trousers pulled up to my armpits, I suppose.

Ow. I don't know how I did it -- I bent over to tie my shoe and something went sproing. It's my lower back so Mum insists it's my kidneys failing, but kidneys, at least in my admittedly limited experience, do not go sproing. I think it might have been when I did this REALLY COOL move last Wednesday where I threw four binders over a cart, ran around, and caught them on the other side before they fell apart. I can't explain to you how awesome this was, but it also involved a very sudden bendy motion that I'm beginning to regret.

In other other news, I thought House was on at eight tonight and instead it was on at seven, so Sam's Three Things will be late (or rather, late after the episode but otherwise on time as per regular viewing).

I'm off to lie down and read Hellblazer comics with my laptop turned sideways. Many icons to follow.

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Scenes from the family #332. In the car this evening with the radio on:

Radio advertiser's voice: Your eyes are so precious. Do you know what your eyes are worth?
Bernard: Three hundred apiece on the black market.