Dear Journal,
It appears that I have found a fraction of time to jot down an entry before I make my way down to the New Years Eve party Fry and Potter are hosting. I can already hear the otherworldly noises coming from downstairs. By otherworldly, I mean no sane (or sober) food item would make those noises. I suppose it would be safe to say that the penthouse has now been overrun by the intoxicated.
Anyway, my day was quite eventful, if I were to describe it. I was informed that I would have an interview during the morning before the sun's fingers creeped their way over the New Yolk skyline. Though I must admit that they work fast, I was considerably annoyed that I was woken up at such a preposterous hour. To add to my already horrid luck, I was to be interviewed by her — or him, as I later discovered. I was, and still am, mortified.
I walked into the room dressed up as smartly as possible when I saw him sitting at the table. I learnt that his name is Tomasso Paz. I cannot say that I didn't spend the entirety of the interview stuttering and staring at him, but one does not simply disregard a work of art when it is placed directly in front of them. I worry that I did not get the job, but I answered the questions as well as I could in the given circumstances.
Then, when I returned to the apartment slightly starstruck, I was forced to assist Potter and Fry set up the decorations for the party. They did not, however, trust me enough to let me buy the alcohol. That was how I spent majority of my morning and afternoon, excluding the multiple phone calls I received from home. Mother sounds well, which is always a relief.
Less than half an hour ago, the first set of guests arrived. The sun has begun its descent, and I was forced upstairs to make myself look presentable. It's just a matter of time until someone calls for me, so I should take my leave and get ready.
-Spater McStarch
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