There is something of a general consensus in headspace that I am up a bit past my bedtime. Three hours, that is. In some respects it’s a stress response I’d wager. The prospect of job hunting is daunting. Maybe though, I’ll find something better.
So tomorrow we’ll job hunt a little. Polish the resume a bit. Maybe network some. Also be prey to distractions. Not to mention pleasant distractions abound.
Like boobs. Boobs are distracting. Verily so.
This is the Minerva Choir signing off for the evening!
спокойной ночи!
Не забудьте выключить телевизор!
