Still breathing, honest . . .
I now have a full-length mirror nailed to my wall instead of propped up in the corner. This is a good thing.
No, I'm not going to worry too much about making sense or explaining why the long pause or any of that. I'm just going to ramble in a few odd directions and then go to bed.
Sleep patterns have been a mess. Lots of blinky wee hours and sticky afternoon naps. Not sure which one should be blamed for the other.
Found an entire set of flatware I didn't need in my possessions, so I put them up on eBay and benefited from a nice little last minute bidding war. I'm looking at some other bits of stuff that might be cash-convertable and reacquainting myself with the ways of eBay (which have changed quite a bit since the days of The Check Is In The Mail.)
I've been in an exceedingly odd mood for the past several days or so. I'm not sure if it's the relative isolation of Being Unemployed or if there are some other factors at play. I'm a bit worried at how not worried I am, if that makes a lick of sense. I've gotten some polite rejections in my job hunt so far, but at least I have jobs to apply for, unlike those poor folks who were in lines of work that are on their way to obsolescence.
My antique video camera has been returned to my possession and apparently still works. (Depending on your legal definition of 'works', mind you.) Still have to figure out what to do with it.
Parents are wandering in Europe, returning this weekend. I'd been placed in charge of keeping the tomatoes watered, but a couple of lavish rainstorms took care of most of the work for me.
I've been shaping the novel by degrees and managed to keep at it pretty steadily. Reading it aloud has been a surprisingly good way to pick up on lurking mistakes.
I'm going to attempt sleep while I feel the slide in energy towards bed. I'm probably going to wake up and wonder what the hell I just wrote.
Today I took pleasure in curling up on the couch with a book.
Today I learned how to empty the vacuum cleaner.
No, I'm not going to worry too much about making sense or explaining why the long pause or any of that. I'm just going to ramble in a few odd directions and then go to bed.
Sleep patterns have been a mess. Lots of blinky wee hours and sticky afternoon naps. Not sure which one should be blamed for the other.
Found an entire set of flatware I didn't need in my possessions, so I put them up on eBay and benefited from a nice little last minute bidding war. I'm looking at some other bits of stuff that might be cash-convertable and reacquainting myself with the ways of eBay (which have changed quite a bit since the days of The Check Is In The Mail.)
I've been in an exceedingly odd mood for the past several days or so. I'm not sure if it's the relative isolation of Being Unemployed or if there are some other factors at play. I'm a bit worried at how not worried I am, if that makes a lick of sense. I've gotten some polite rejections in my job hunt so far, but at least I have jobs to apply for, unlike those poor folks who were in lines of work that are on their way to obsolescence.
My antique video camera has been returned to my possession and apparently still works. (Depending on your legal definition of 'works', mind you.) Still have to figure out what to do with it.
Parents are wandering in Europe, returning this weekend. I'd been placed in charge of keeping the tomatoes watered, but a couple of lavish rainstorms took care of most of the work for me.
I've been shaping the novel by degrees and managed to keep at it pretty steadily. Reading it aloud has been a surprisingly good way to pick up on lurking mistakes.
I'm going to attempt sleep while I feel the slide in energy towards bed. I'm probably going to wake up and wonder what the hell I just wrote.
Today I took pleasure in curling up on the couch with a book.
Today I learned how to empty the vacuum cleaner.