I have a two hour phone interview for the position of poopmonger this coming Friday. Should I take the job if they want to give it to me??? It starts in April, that seems so soon. Should I run away from this place?

I don’t want to be forgotten…

The part of me that doesn’t want to go really wants to fall in love [and settle down(???)], and the part of me that wants to go wants to run away from all of that. Laurel’s uncle said that that particular internal conflict is what being TWENTYSOMETHING is all about.