Must....pant, pant....stop...pant, pant....dreaming....

Update, a la Bridget Jones:

Have two interviews next week. Am currently mentally furnishing the apartment that I have mentally moved into and am mentally having coffees in chic cafes with lovely girlfriends, then oh so elegantly jumping onto the subway to meet the hubby at work for dinner. Feel like screen siren in the manner of Audrey Hepburn, gazing at the Tiffany's window on my lunch break.

Must stop. Must remind self that I do not have a job yet, am currently living in the suburbs, and cannot afford said chic coffees. However, am entirely amused and have wasted entire afternoon being amused. Now must return to the mundane tasks of laundry and dishes while I wait for real life to start.