The literary giant is suffering the twitchiness of waiting. Time s t r e t c h e s like marmalade spread thin on a croissant or something. I always believed that knowing was better than waiting and that has proved true every time but once and the one time involved death--something heart breakingly irreversible. Joblessness is not irreversible. So, it's nice to know. He'll know tomorrow. Employers always give bad news on Fridays. But don't worry James, I'm sure good news is given on Friday, too.
In the meantime, he needs some sweet moola. You can help.
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