Part of the problem of being totally unemployed with no work prospects coming down the pipe is inertia – seems that the less I have to do, the less I’m able to do. I sink into a sort of slug-like state where it’s a Herculean effort just to haul myself up off the couch at all, and going to the gym feels like a grueling expedition to some far-off place.
When there’s work, I get a lot of stuff done because I know I only have the one day (or two days) to squeeze in everything – I get up, get moving and start going down the list of stuff (gym, laundry, projects, etc…)
Since my immediate future is a blank slate of nothing there’s no urgency to do anything. That, and I’m broke.
Well, not completely broke yet, but unemployment are dragging their feet about cutting me a check so I can’t even go out and do anything that costs any money (a great source of amusement which costs money is hanging out in Z-list celeb infested holes on weeknights. It’s way more entertaining – in a train wrecky kind of way – than anything that’s on TV. Really, now. Who raises these people? Wolves?). I’ve got some movie passes to some theaters, but everything I want to see is playing somewhere that doesn’t take the passes I bought at Universal the last time I worked there. Dammit.
At some point the awards season screenings will start, but I’m not even sure how many of those I’m going to care about enough to haul my ass outside.
I’d start squawking about a deal between the writers and the producers needing to happen, but honestly at this point it doesn’t matter – by now just about everyone’s scrapped the remainder of the season (it’s just a 4th quarter loss, after all), so I, at least, am completely fucked and not in a happy way.
Speaking of fucked in a happy way, the only romantic prospect on the horizon is a guy who… get ready for it… is in jail for DUI.
Him: “Can I call you when I get out of jail?”
Me: (heavy sigh) “Sure, why not?”
Friend (after hearing this): “Are you insane? He’s a drunk!”
Me: “Yeah, but he’s got all his teeth. That counts for something, right?”
On the vacation recap, the next couple of days consist of us getting hopelessly lost and swearing a lot. Someone – and I think it might have been me – actually burst into tears at one point.
Here’s some photos:
This was the first sunny day of the trip at the Chateau Chenonceau
This is the town of Montrichard. Everything was closed because it was lunchtime in November.
On the bright side, I just did all my holiday shopping by ordering prints off Flickr.