The Bed of Procrustes
Watching Buffy is basically wasting the time I should be using to facilitate my finding a job. Bottom line: I'm procrastinating, temporizing. Reasons? Cowardice, a case of the nerves,my overanalytic nature and my simple household chores. They said that doing stuff without a ready-to-present diploma was hard; now I know why some people get theirs made along Recto. But sans that, I've got pretty much everything else down pat-- experience, charm, competence plus the requisite clearances. I just need an extra helping of testicular... endowment to get this done. I have a week's worth of classifieds to pore through. They can't all have been filled. I'll start tomorrow.