I am in the middle of abject joblust. It is not a comfortable place to be, and is steadily becoming an obsession. In fact, I'm worried I'm beginning to radiate desperation (how many people in the world must have wished that desperation were an attractive force).

Having met a girl who is in the exact position I want to be, I was lucky enough to discover that she is incredibly nice and willing to recommend to people who are important. I've now sent off another twelve cover letters and am trembling fairly constantly. Oh well. At least I already have a job, even if large amounts of it are immensely frustrating.

I also met a girl yesterday who terrified me as she is the exact epitome of everything I never want to be. Sadly, she appears to have this effect on many people, and thus manages to become superbly repellent - nothing scares people like an illustration of 'there but for the grace of...'

However, cover letters now gone off, I am free to drink this yummy goliath beer and caramelise red onions to my heart's content. Behind me, my boyfriend and one of his best friends are discussing intricate aspects of computers. Both are supremely happy and utterly incomprehensible.