So yeah. Tuesday.
My day didn't start off particularly well. I was anxious about my interview, and restless. I didn't sleep well. It was quite humid, but not warm. Cold and clammy makes for a lousy night.
When I did sleep, my brain dredged up all sorts of hypothetical situations of the future. These are the kind of situations where for some reason, you imagine getting into a huge argument with someone in your dream, then you get all worked up, and you wake up feeling vaguely angry, but not knowing why. That happened.
I got to work a bit late. I was going to eat before-hand, but I was running behind, so I just had a packet of instant oatmeal. I was nervous and figety the whole day. I kept worrying that someone from work would confront me about what I was planning on doing.
I was planning on grabbing something to eat after the interview. I got there on time, and went through three hours of interviews relatively unscathed. I'm a good fit for the job, and I seemed to be reasonably coherent through it all. But the nervous energy was all I had to sustain me. When the interview was over, and I rushed back to work, I was insanely tired and hungry.
Mostly better now. I've had a few days to get my blood sugar levels back to normal. And except that it's almost 2am, I've got sufficient sleep as well. Fortunately, I'm on vacation tomorrow, even though I have to get up early. Yay! I'm going to the beach! And then yay! I might have a new job!