It’s 1:15 in the afternoon and I just ate a club sandwich for no other reason than I was extremely bored, and hungry.
After a week of unemployment, I’ve learned a few things. The first is I like to sleep. Fucking love it. I’m not sure if I’m just catching up for months of not doing it enough, but I’ve been sleeping at least 10 hours a night all week. I’m slightly annoyed because I woke myself up around 6:30 this morning, intending to get a jump on all the things (put pants on, play Xbox) I was expecting to do today. Of course I promptly fell back asleep, and didn’t get out of bed until around 11:30. Now I’m running behind schedule.
The second thing I learned, and it took me nearly 27 years to figure this out, is that drinking by yourself is kind of lame, sometimes. I mean at first it’s hilarious -- you’re talking all sorts of shit to the internet, you’re sending potentially racist text messages to your editor while wandering around the produce section. But then you realize that no one wants to talk to you because it’s 2am and they have work in the morning, and you oddly start to feel kind of like a loser.
I dunno, maybe I’m not doing it right.
Diet wise this has been an interesting week. I’m up 4lbs, which is fair, because this week has been full of comfort food, and I keep forgetting to pull actual real food out of the freezer, which is completely stocked right now. On multiple occasions I found myself at a Safeway, in the middle of the night, buying meat, I couldn’t tell you why, Ennui is a weird thing. Some people get drunk and buy expensive juicers when they’re bored; I walk to grocery stores and buy pork.
Last night I ate a ham sandwich made out of a pretzel. I really need to find a job, that’s just unacceptable.