There must be a fundamental law of social physics that goes something like: The social demands on your time are inversely proportional to the time you have before a deadline. Closer you get to a deadline, the more demands. Even when you're not aware the deadline exists!

This isn't in my head. The deadline is tomorrow and in the last four days I've met friends I haven't seen in a long time (2 months to a year) and won't see for a long time to come. Fate has an odd sense of humour, sometimes. Speaking of humour ...

In the things we do to keep our sense of humour department: It's recommended by HDRC one keeps a log of one's job hunting activities in case HRDC starts asking questions. (Yes Ms. Stewart, ma’am. Unlike your department I've been keeping records.) When I was in Book Warehouse I spotted it, the perfect notebook for this kind of thing. It was: A Batman journal! Every time I open it, I smile. With Batman on my side, I shall fight crankiness and retain my cheer. Now, if I only had Alfred to help me get ready before the deadline ... Bruce, I thought we were bud's!