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I am so exhausted right now it's almost comical.

:D

I didn't get the job, after spending nigh on £150 on travel and accomodation, but to be honest I'm pretty glad of that. Nottinghamshire looks lovely, but Tuxford is a little too in the middle of nowhere. As much as I'd like to live in a rural setting, I have to weigh it against my reluctance to drive.

Also I was told that the student panel thought I was ace, I did well on the marking and planning exercise and I interview really well, but the lesson I planned needed to be tighter. Which was down to trying desperately to catch up on my school's planning as a priority. I told her that I hadn't thought I'd got the job, and gave her exactly the reason she gave me, and she said that I was actually a hell of a lot closer to getting the job than I apparently thought. So, y'know, that's all cool. Apart from the money.

I have so much to do that my head may fall off, but I shall do it in the morning.

Also: I have accidentally fallen in love with Philip Marlowe. I wish I still RP'd.

yeah, okay, I'm going to bed now

Also, unrelated. I have a mental image but don't have the elegance of brain to describe it, which is frustrating. It is a house, and the lower half is an exact reflection of the top half. It looks at first as though it is merely an unimaginatively designed basement, continuing the house in the same style to the floor; at second glance it seems as though there's a pond in the front garden that fools the eye, but instead the lower storey is exactly the same as the upper, tapering to a point that cannot quite be called a roof. It's supported by two stout sticks, one on each side, so it doesn't topple and smash all the china.

It needs to be drawn by Quint Buchholz.