I've been looking at what's on offer at the various agencies in town. There appears to be no shortage of work, and this makes me feel quite hopeful that whatever choice I make, in the end all will be well.
There are quite a few weirdos on myspace -- my inbox is overflowing with badly written messages from North African and Middle Eastern young men all extolling my sparkling eyes and, in one instance, 'soculant' skin. Succulent skin? And from this they deduce that I'm 'caring and kind', and above all, interested in pursuing a relationship with them. I suppose I should feel flattered really, but strangely, I am not. Thank God for the Delete-button.