  I've gone over the deep end in the job search; it's gotten to the point of applying for jobs that I have no real skills or experience for, simply because I think I'd be good at them, or that they're interesting. Well, both, actually. The newest victim is the position of Building inspector. As a resident of this town for a long while, i can safely attest that the shit that landlords pull off is obscene. The standard of living, in particular if you happen to be a student, is moderately appalling. And, I do know that there are a lot of dead beat land lords making life difficult for students and otherwise uninformed individuals. Nocturnalism continues, looks like i'm just gonna have to stay up for the big two four to flip it on back, thing is I can't seem to ever do it; I start to vomit around noon or so.
Time was, I was able to stay up for days on end without feeling an overt amount of ill effects, but alas, those days are passed, and I'm a big fricken wimp. Largish squishy whiny person. Whatever. My ex-roomie has hair. This should not sound extraordinary, but Dave was a strict adherant to the Ways of The Shorn; he never had hair grow past 3 cm in the years that I've known him.
Today promises to be interesting, as long as i manage to keep Lunch in the tummy, but before the guys get up, I'm going to give er one more attempt at sleeping. Please God, if you're reading, knock me out with your divine skillet, and allow me at least four hours of uninterupted repose. Pretty please? My ass be dog tired I can't sleep the night through, ever Cranberry juice sucks 
