Really tired, but still going. Trying really hard to work as hard as I can, but I am still bored shitless.
Reworking my CV (yet again) in the hopes that all these phonecalls, now at least one a day, will translate to an actual job.
Feeling very much like I need a break. You know, now that I know it’s nearly over, it can’t finish too fast, because I have learned to loathe the train.
:sigh: I’m not worried too much. I don’t think things are bad, and they certainly aren’t going to get worse, and I still have a mother and a father, and I am completely prepared to go home if I have to.
Think I’m going to find something gold to wear.