After the movie on Wednesday night Graham and I walked around Bloor street aimlessley, unconcerned that it was eleven at night and we had no plan, no direction, and no money. We were unemployed! Hangoutability in the face of stress never gets me down. Nor do my friends, all of whom have, I'd say, a high hangoutability factor. That's how it's measured you know.

All the same, it's been three months, and I'm about ready to confine my socializing to "lunch hour" and "after work." It's about bloody time I found something.