Day 3: An Intermittent Jobless Report

It's only Day 3 of unemployment and it feels like eternity. All those days at work I dreamt of being able to sit around doing nothing now seem so fool-hardy. Alas, I have received my wish and it is no paradise like I imagined! Quaff, oh quaff at the foul tempest who hath led me to believe such an existence would be bliss. I wish to smite thee who so efficiently duped me into such an idiotic belief. But alas! I must smite myself; for it is my own illusion that I believed.

Seriously. Too much time on my hands. 

Of course, there's a myriad of things I could do:  my room is a mess; my book case is complete disarray (yes, surprisingly I have enough books to require a book case); I do own a video game system but only enjoy playing 4 our of the 7 or 8 games that I own and they get redundant quickly; I could read, but then I'd fall sleep; I could take a walk, but its cold; I could go to a coffee shop, but that costs money; I could work on my portfolio and other creative endeavors, but it's hard to work at home....damn it all.

Incredibly interesting report. Perhaps by Day 7 or 8 I'll have started imaging things and can tell you all about the interesting conversations I've had with Quespo, the gentlemanly dragon-fellow who inhabits the darkest regions of the closets in my apartment. He' nice, but I think he might be a little crazy.