20200217 Tomorrow I have the final round of interviews in Chiasso. I thought telling M would be the best decision. Instead, she just used it against me. Except for the future: if it doesn't go well, never tell anyone again. She also made me lose the 1920, and it's really pissing me off. I have no idea what they'll ask me tomorrow. If it goes well, I'll accept right away. Damn, just think about it. It's all a mess and inconvenience, just because people can't keep quiet. G was right about all this. I'll try to calm down. See you tomorrow.