No word on teh interview. I am indifferent at this point. No it's not true of course. I will be really disappointed though if I won't get this job. I try not to set my hopes up but it's hard not to, and Mike is like oh if u don't get it it's okay. No it's not.

Anyway. No use talking about it.

Here's a poem. Sorry, not in English. I wrote it yesterday. I don't know why. But my diary is a good place to store it.

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Mne prihodyat na um chujie slova
Eto znachit lish` to chto poka � ya jiva
I sredi belyh sten I neonovyh lamp
Menya greut odni lish` slova.

Ya chitau stihi v neuutnom ugle
Mne skazali chto novyi tvoi stil` na nule
I ya chuvstvuu eto umom I chutyem
No ty car` daje s ranoi v kryle

Mne citaty zachem-to prihodyat na um
I zachem-to ya plachu � ot gorestnyh dum
A moi yan� smotrit fil`m pro zombicheskii strah
A ya zdes` - ty pribav` odin k dvum.

V obshem brat, ely-paly, takie dela
U menya netu kryl, ty lishilsya kryla
Ty poesh` chto poesh`, naplevav na svoi dvor
A menya � greut te je slova.

I kuda mne teper`, ya ne viju puti
Govoryat mne � idi, cel` ved` v tom chtob pridti
No kuda? Net otveta, I smysla nema
Ty buddist, ya evreika, prosti.