So it's been four days since I sent my application in.

Still recieved nothing.

Neurocam has drawn me in. I can feel it's tendrils creeping around my body, tieing me up, anxious to pull the string and suck me in for good. I've noticed my sleeping habits change, much to the dismay of my boss at CompUSA.

THINGS TO DO BEFORE I DIE:

1. Burn down CompUSA.
2. Have sex with Liv Tyler.

Late nights invariably lead to researching Neurocam. I've probably absorbed three years of information in the last four nights. I've read through the entiriety of Graham Henstock's blog, the UnFiction Thread, the disorganized, unconclusive WikiPedia entry, tried to make sense of Xade's blog.. I could go on. I've also apparently met a fellow operative, and this one seems to be active and already in the NCI loop.

I've sent an e-mail his way. Let's see if I could get an affiliate in this mystery.

Nothing left to do but smoke a cigarette and wait for that Inbox to fill up. The anticipation is killing me.

Eight o' clock comes early.