nightmares, weird sleep, job hunt
I was a doofus and remembered time zones exactly the wrong way, so my teams interview was at 0700 rather than 1100. Either I really did well or I botched this beyond all possible imagining, so I'm now *out* of interview outfit and cooking breakfast.
I woke up a fair amount early, too, thanks to this dream about The Beatles possibly committing a murder or at least joking about having done so; John playing it off as a joke about having secreted bits of his victim about the house during Christmas (I'm not sure why I apparently associate The Beatles with Christmas), Paul gleefully talking about eating the victim. Ringo just looked morose. No matter what actually happened it obviously wasn't his idea.