Factory writers and the swallowing...of pride

So, with two days before my first attempt to sell out like a mug, i'm sitting in bed attempting to write a passage with which to sell my soul. No matter how many times i'm told it's jobs like this that will feed me as a continue to strive for success with the songs i believe in, it doesn't make me feel better. Still, not like i've been offered any kind of job yet so i can put that dilemma at the back of my mind and go and eat some crumpets, very relaxing and very suited to a horrendously sunny evening.

Jack