Being at home all day has left me feeling obligated to do h*usew*rk. I am not houseproud. In fact, my place is a true swinging-spinster style sty. Or at least, it was until C moved in and introduced me to alien concepts like the vacuum cleaner and one's own washing machine.

So far this week, I have done 3 loads of laundry and hoovered once (as much as I can hoover - there are still boxes everywhere and there's not much floor space). This morning, I sorta-cleaned the bathroom. I feel like placing a sign around my neck declaring "I am not a house-spouse! I am merely a resting IT professional!". But there's no-one here to care except the cat (although I think she's getting annoyed at my continued presence, disturbing her daytime peace & quiet).

Anyhow. I have been firing off CVs indescriminately. Yesterday I spoke to two recruiters, both of whom said the market is OK at the moment (which I think it is). I'm not too worried about my finances - I called Direct Line and they've said that my vet claim has been approved and that my cheque will be in the post today (woohoo!). I assume my old company are going to pay me the salary they owe me, but I might need to pluck up the courage to phone and ask (I wouldn't be surprised if the Pornographer witholds my pay out of spite). And I still have ten ton in the bank. So I'm looking on this as a holiday - worryingly, apart from Christmas, this is the longest concurrent time I've had off work since April 2002 (when I went to the 'Dam with KT). Like I said, I'm not a holiday person.

Against my better judgement, I'm being hopeful about that job I interviewed for on Monday. I won't know until the end of next week if I've made it to 2nd interview or not, but... Well, at the end of the interview the guy interviewing me took me on a tour of their whole operation (including all the server rooms), and introduced me to the managing director. Would they do that with someone they weren't at least a bit interested in? I dunno. I will try not to get my hopes up.

I keep re-reading the emails from Bill & Ben, and looking at their photo. They're both soooo fine, but I hope I'm not getting a "fixation". I mean, they might just want to fuck and then never see us again; C & I are hoping we'll get to be "friends with extras" but who knows. Must. Try. Not. To. Get. Hopes. Up. About them or the job interview. Wishful thinking is evil.

Meh. Don't know what else to write.

I am going on a date tonight. C is staying home and watching the Matrix. I am crapping myself.