Sometime around noon yesterday I got the bright idea to just send a really nice cover letter/letter of introduction and my resume to every single photographic studio in the Brisbane area.

No positive responses yet, however the owner/photographer/manager of one studio did send me a long, and detail e-mail about how impressed he was with my "professional presentation of yourself", and he wished he could give me a job, but can't due to the economy but will think of me in the future if the need arises.

Sweet.

When Mr. Chef Housemate came home, he gave me some cooking tips and I made chicken and pasta, with fresh basil from the garden. Excellent. Then we watched two Australian films, and I admit he did have to translate parts for me.
(How many times is it acceptable to say "What?" before just nodding and smiling like you understood what was said?)

Today's Friday! :)

Rent's due. :(

However, I'm going into the city to meet up with a lovely British gal I met at the Couch Surfing event last week. We're going to Piaf for lunch, then when Housemate gets off work we're going to see True Grit.

(I think Piaf should pay me to redo their photos.)