Unemployment Makes Me All Domestic and Shit...

Going into Day 4 of not having a job, I must admit I'm going stir crazy. Not because I'm worried about money running out or being kicked out on the street or having my lights shut off- worrying about that stuff is for pussies! I'm going stir crazy because with nothing else to keep me out of the apartment, I'm forced to stay in...and clean it.

Yes, folks, I, the Jaded NYer, have actually been reduced to doing laundry, cooking breakfast, lunch and dinner, washing dishes, vacuuming- daily, mind you- and finally unpacking my boxes. I've even put up ads on craigslist looking for people to come and take some of this crap off my hands. Today a nice woman came to purchase my used clothing. Lovely woman but who was she kidding about being a size 14? On what planet? But- none of my business...she paid cash and took like two bags worth of clothing out of here.

I've organized my closet, sorted and cataloged my CD's, filed all the papers that were cluttering up my table, and washed clothes that were sitting in the basket so long they almost got up and walked to the laundromat by themselves. And I wish they would have: not only did I brave the cold yesterday and today to wash these damn clothes, but apparently it was so long ago that I'd graced the doorway of the laundromat, I actually got lost going there. Sad but true.

I bought a new file cabinet, a web cam (why not?), double-sided tape to mount my mirror inside the closet door (worked like a charm!) and picture frames for N's artwork.

Tomorrow...I'm baking a pie, cleaning my bathroom, sorting and cataloging my books and DVD's, and trying to empty out more boxes. Hopefully by Christmas I'll be able to use my bedroom for, oh, I don't know...SLEEPING?? Just a thought...

Folks- I need a job like, yesterday! One more week of this and I'll be sewing curtains and knitting booties for Irene's baby. Don't laugh- I own a sewing machine and I know how to knit. It's only a matter of time!

*smooches...wearing an apron and carrying a feather duster...*
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life used to be life-like
now it's more like show biz
i wake up in the night
and i don't know where the bathroom is
and i don't know what town i'm in
or what sky i am under
and i wake up in the darkness and i
don't have the will anymore to wonder