On the dole baby, and luvin it
Unemployment is really not so bad.
I have settled in to sleeping late, drinking coffee every morning with the dogs, working out and writing fulltime. I do talk to them and myself sometimes, or holler at the TV, but overall I have never been a huge fan of people, so I really spend very little time staring into the Abyss of Aloneness pining for company.
The guilt over not contributing has pretty much evaporated and I find that at heart I really am a slob with very little ambition in the traditional sense.
I have written about 7,000 words on book number one and a bit on the other. I try and spend at least 6 hours a day writing, which if you think about it, is the most productive I have actually been in years -- years where I had gainful employment and took up space and time at a desk. And by gainful, I mean I showed up and pretended not to be totally surfing the internets all day and plotting how to sneak out to Walgreens or Star Bucks for a coupla hours.
Today I am getting a pedicure at the vietnamese place I have been going for many moons. They know your name and if they like you are complete smart asses in broken english. All of the women in the family have gone back to vietnam for an extended visit, so one of the guys may have to work on my hooves. I will never hear the end of it.
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