I've become nocturnal. This may be another argument for emigrating to Australia as soon as the cash becomes available, as I seem to be currently waking up and going to sleep at the same time they do.
In general, this is where I'm at:
- I work 8 hours a week in a pub. I used to hate it. Now it's not so bad seeing as I don't really do anything else that's productive.
- I'm waiting to hear back from Trinity in regards to a Masters course I've applied for.
- In the event that Trinity don't welcome me back, it'll be back to the full-time, soul-crushing task of applying for jobs and more rejection.
- If the above two points don't work out, it's emigration time, which I really don't mind doing. I'd probably do it anyway even if the job market didn't suck so hard.
- I also plan on winning the Euromillions this Friday. €185,000,000. Yes, please. Obviously, at this point, I'd have to re-evaluate my plan.
Also, THIS:
Gimme the Euromillions!!!
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