Well, okay, applied for that job. Now, for the waiting game, which primarily involves applying for more, different jobs.
An
interesting post about Shakespeare, "character," and governmental power; I still have to read the
original article it was responding to.
France and its inability to produce a candidate anyone really likes. I went out this morning in a skirt, flip-flops, and a tank top plus a cardigan; after coming out of the Med after lunch I suddenly discovered that the temperature had dropped about fifteen degrees in an hour. Not on, Chicago! Well, I mean, it's normal, but still!
Because there cannot be too much of this:
man gets paid to travel the world and dance. Badly. It's kind of the best thing ever.