Here I am in Seattle, trying to convince myself that I'm not nervous. No, I'm up this early by choice. I like to keep my heartrate up because it's good for my humors.

I'm here for an interview with a nice little place downtown. I don't quite know what to expect, though, and thence the nervousness. Will I be talking with the CD alone, or be asked to present my work with schpiel to the whole department? Unknown.

Really, I shouldn't worry, though. It does me no good, and my work is strong. I'll just keep thinking of old samurai movies. It helps.