As I write this, sweat is migrating in little streams down my belly. It is 36 degrees celsius here which is probably a thousand degrees in American. Last night I got about 3 hours of sleep in the sweatbox I live in. I even tried putting a bowl of ice in front of the fan, like Rebecca told me. Which sort of worked for an hour, but eventually I ran out of ice. Today I had a job interview at the CBC which went O.K. considering I had had no sleep and nothing to eat on account of the heat (with the exception of a double iced Americano). Is there anything as nerve-racking as a job interview? My voice was shaking and I did not sound at all confident about my writing skills. Maybe I don't want this job after all. Yeah. I found a type-o on my resume.
