Oct 08, 2005 20:39
as an unemployed bum. A month unemployed and doing little/whatever I felt like and I was just getting used to it. I was offered a couple jobs last week. I thought 'nah, I will stick with the plan to take the term off.' I was quite satisfied with that. And then it happened...
I smoked a joint. Seemed like it had been a long time. Walked over to miss tl's house. Nice dark night. Snazzy stars. And suddenly I realized/decided/needed to do something. Something productive. Something at least slightly logical and efficient.
So I took a job. At least it seems flexible so I can do it part-time from home with the laptop they provide.
And that is the story of how one j pushed me off my term of lazing around on the couch. Yes, drugs mess with your plans.