Here we are on day three of being unemployed. So far the joy I feel from being released from my personal little hell is far outweighing the fear I have for securing my family’s future. I suspect by the end of the week, this will have changed. Days one and two consisted of nothing remotely productive. I got wasted on my last day at work… Don’t read that wrong, I wasn’t wasted at work… Not alcoholically anyway… Anyhoo, day 1 found me in recovery mode trying to burn out all the nasty-assed cheap scotch I drank the night before. Day two found me playing Civ3 trying to further the borders of Rome. Ironically, the game kinda depressed me because I was broke. Strange how playtime can seep into the real world sometimes.

I still haven’t heard about my job opportunity up north (in eastern Arizona). I hope to hear about that later today. If I haven’t heard by the end of the day, I may call the guy. If I have to resort to begging, I’m not above that. :)

Well, I hear Rome calling my name, so it’s off to play some games! :)