It's my 4th day back in London, and I'm still on Seattle time. The 1st day I woke up at 2 pm. This morning I made the slight improvement of waking up at 12.15 pm, to the call of my agent who keeps dangling these mouth-watering job propositions in front of me but never seems to be able to deliver. This time it's Oxford or Bedford. Two fords in one go, it is clearly a sign of something. Or other. Now I'm procrastinating, thinking about who else I can badger via text or e-mail, and as soon as I work out how msn works, messenger as well. I did get one social phone call though, from my Singaporean friend Daphne who's living in Boston at the moment; we're meeting up tomorrow for dinner and jazz. Hallelujah, so my social life isn't a complete bust.
I'm trying to study for my Foreign Pharmacy Exam for the USA this June. My initial method is to go through all my university notes from 10 years ago and flick absentmindedly through them, and hope all the information will seep into my brain like osmosis. Then if this doesn't work I'll go back and actually try and read and shit. The good thing is that trying to figure out how to get work in the US is finally coming together. Whereas before I didn't know what the heck I was doing. Now it's whether or not I'm doing the right thing. God knows.