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[nicktheradical]

Yeah. Katie's in Belize and will be for the next month. The cats all know it, too. I'm going on unemployment, just like my kid sister advised me to do, just as soon as this week's over with. (She's way more competent at this quotidian human existence business than I am. I'd better take her word for it.) 'Til then, I'm working overtime: ten

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[nicktheradical]

Well, I'm about to be unemployed--for two irritating weeks, after which I can work for another several weeks, followed by another period of unemployment and then one final burst of gainful work before my temporary job pretty much expires until next spring. Only it turns out that I'd only be making about two hundred dollars a week on unemployment, and it would take the State of Texas three to four weeks to figure out whether they should give me that money or not.

That's why I'm giving serious thought to being a patient transporter for Seton Clinic. Hell, I'm patient. I'm the patientest guy I know. Plus, when we were in New Mexico and I manoeuvred Katie's mom's wheelchair about the sidewalks of Albuquerque, she told me I could make a living doing such things. Maybe a job like that would give me an even bleaker and more nihilistic perspective on the world than I already have. That could necessitate that I find spiritual redemption through kindness and the surrealistic insanity of my lot in life, like what's-his-name in Martin Scorsese's Bringing Out the Dead--except that life is governed by physics and not dramatic character arcs, so I'd probably just end up with the bitterness and not the redemption part.

If I can get my friend Kathy to come down to the Travis County courthouse with me and solemnify my purchase of her car, and if I can subsequently get that car inspected and registered, and if it makes it all the way to the far-flung land of D/FW, a drunken Katie-missing fest sounds drunken and festive indeed.