Dear diary,

 

Things aren't going well. I'd rather say less and weather this storm. I'm not feeling very sunny and bright. I'm having a massive anxiety episode. I think that I'm going to lay down and weather the storm. I've realised that it's too late to confirm about the course I was invited to, so basically, I'm not part of it now. That means I'm at the mercy of two interviews. Oh, and the one that 'happened' today? It didn't happen, like I say - I'd rather mention less about it. It didn't happen, it never happened, it was just 6 hours of my life I'll never get back.

I don't expect any positive news from the media job.