dead like me...?
Originally uploaded by Abstract Magdalene.

I'm sitting here at 3:15 in the morning. I can't sleep (I know, I am sick of saying it too). Here's a photo I took the other day. Something ethereal or underwater-like about it. Maybe I've drowned in my sleep.

I know one thing that has been active in my mind since a late night telephone call with ummm...someone I trust implicitly (I don't know why....is this fate?) and the ideas born from that phonecall kept me up all night, researching job oppourtunies.

For those of you that don't know, I'm unemployed (you can boo and hiss at your own misfortune someday, my dear) and have been actively looking for a job for awhile now, especially since I moved to London (where there are more offers, than in the North). It turns out, there are a gazillion jobs for my profession in....are you ready? Pennsylvania. Yup. I could even become quaker, you never know. Just kidding.

Anyway, so now I'm thinking of moving there for a year to experience life not in Canada. It's 8 hours from where I sit, at this moment in time. I know someone there. I can actually GET a job.

But then, you know me. I'm always full of ideas for what to do next. It's just that, this time, I actually want and can do it. I can.

So, I guess I'll just keep applying for jobs like mad. Mad is afterall, my speciality.