Well, I have an interview for a job tomorrow that I know squat about

I have to get out or I will go insane. I mean more.

If I knew some place better I would run away there but every direction seems to be rife with black dogs

Song of the day, once again, Black by Danger Mouse

Cast down, it was heaven sent and,
To the church no intent to repent,
On my knees,
Just to cry.

Until you travel to that,
Place you can't come back,
When the last pain is gone,
And all that's left is black.