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It never rains...
So I'm lying in bed this morning, dreaming something about the Roman legions (no idea where in my brain they came from, but there were a lot of red capes and plumed helmets involved), and the phone woke me up. By the time I figured out what was going on, I'd missed the call. Turns out it was the Kent HR department, who wants to interview me for a job I applied for in SEPTEMBER.
This on top of having more modeling work in November than I've had in any month previously, and having roughly 40 pages of writing to do before December 8. It figures, doesn't it?
I have decided that come hell or high water, I am getting my hair trimmed before Thanksgiving. It's shaggy now and it's driving me to distraction.
Off to the library to return books and do some honest-to-goodness copying, cutting and pasting into the theory paper (the camera idea, of course, didn't work).
This on top of having more modeling work in November than I've had in any month previously, and having roughly 40 pages of writing to do before December 8. It figures, doesn't it?
I have decided that come hell or high water, I am getting my hair trimmed before Thanksgiving. It's shaggy now and it's driving me to distraction.
Off to the library to return books and do some honest-to-goodness copying, cutting and pasting into the theory paper (the camera idea, of course, didn't work).