A list! Of lists. I love lists...

I am writing an essay. No really.

But first, a spot of procrastination, stolen shamelessly from kleio_the_muse:

01. Post a list of 10 TV shows you watch (current or cancelled!)
02. Have your friends list guess your favourite CHARACTER from each show
03. When guessed bold the line and write a sentence about why you like that character
04. Post in your own livejournal :)

In no particular order, mind you:

Buffy the Vampire Slayer: kleio_the_muse got it in one, it is indeed Spike that is my favourite character. He's a Brit (more or less), he's eminently slashable, he doesn't give a toss, when he falls in love he really falls in love, and he looks pretty naked. And even prettier suffering. We like that. Yes.
Alias
Red Dwarf
The West Wing
Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
Star Trek: The Next Generation
Six Feet Under
Blackadder: kleio_the_muse got this one too. Edmund is my favourite character, for he is snarky, evil(ish) and hates the world. And also has a dogsbody. I want him. I want to be him. (only less male).
Babylon 5
Sex and the City

Jobs

I am very frustrated. How can there be so few jobs about in London? I was under the impression that London was simply bursting at the seams with job and fabulous opportunities. How is it that there are none about for yous truly? This is perplexing. Also frustrating. The one wee nibble I have is from a company that would require me to relocate back to Edinburgh. athena25 decreed this ironic. Even consider the more authentic meaning of the term, rather than the stupid Alanis Morrisete meaning, it is still ironic. I am deeply unhappy about this. I don't know whether to work my socks off preparing for this interview for a job I don't know if I want, for a company that I don't know if I like, to move back to a place I hated to leave but have somehow now managed to come to terms with leaving.

Meanwhile, athena25 has placed at ad for a possible replacement flatmate, because no one can afford London rent all by themselves.

Bear in mind that this is before I have the damn interview, before I have managed to mess it up and therefore end up jobless and alone.

I hate my life. *sulk*

I realise that things could be considerably worse (my course takes great delight in reminding me of this fact), but it is becoming progressively harder to remain thankful that I am alive, fed and housed, when at least the latter two are soon going to be in question. Does the UK have a debtor's prison, d'you think? D'you think it has rats? I could learn to like it. Providing there are no rats.