The Fifth Column
Lazy mug
I've gone past confidence and shitting it and entered an almost zen like state of calm with the belief that fate is at work here and regardless of my emotional state what will be, will be. I suspect this period of calm will shatter into a million pieces at precisely 7.45pm tomorrow evening, at that point I will revert to a gibbering slack boweled mentalist frothing at mouth and shouting incoherently at my television. I may be in Millview by Monday.