My Dog(tm) is a moron. He spends hours every day putting toys under a rug in
front of my fireplace, then hours more pretending to "search" for
these toys. Maybe for a dog that seems smart, but when I watch him all I can
think is "what a fucking moron."
I don't have much excitement in my day, so I'd have to assume that Dog(tm)
looks at me as a moron as well, hell I wake up, make coffee, and jump on one of
the three computers I regularly use here to surf the web, check my email and
once in a great while get some work done. And, spend my time watching him dig
his toys out from under the rug, who's the moron here?
In the last week I have realized that my freedom is limited now, I have very
few days left until I have to return to "full-time work." On Monday
the 13th, I will return to regular work. I am looking forward to it in some
ways, it'll be nice to have a more regular routine to my life. However I can not
deny that what I am really thinking is, "If I could never work again, I
I used to love work, but I have seen the dark side, I know what freedoms and
enjoyment having no job gives you. I am not one to worry about bills, hell, I
got the money (or don't) and it's their problem, not mine collecting it. So I
never have problems with bills. So although being unemployed has been a bit of a
shock, it hasn't shaken me that much. It was more of an interesting experience.
I'm sure some of you would disagree, and I'm sure, rightfully so. But I was not
born into money, I was born to make money for a living, I worked for what I
have, so my sympathy is somewhat diminished.
However, I can not fight the feeling that I now have only a few days of
"vacation" left. I know that I'll spend it doing the things I've been
doing for the last six months, but I have some unnerving feeling that I should
be doing something better, like spending time on a beach in Puerto Vallarta or
something. However, I have one driving goal.
That goal is to wake up at 6:00 AM. This may not be difficult for most
people. However, for me it is. Although I live a normal lifestyle with breakfast
lunch and dinner, watch TV then bed, I happen to have breakfast at 2:00 PM.
You see, after many months of not working a full time job, only working side
projects, my life has turned around. I started staying up late, then later,
then, before I knew it, I was going to bed at 4:00 am and waking up at noon. It
didn't really change my life at all, it was a natural progression of not working
a "regular" job. Hell "Adult Swim" kept me up late at night,
and the Teletubbies were on at 4:00 am for me to fall asleep to.
So my plan for the last week was to wake up at 6:00 am (or earlier). Monday,
I woke up at 11:00, Tuesday at 10:00, Wednesday, at 9:00, see where this is
going? By Sunday I should be up by 5:00 am. So far I'm on schedule. It's really
strange waking up this early for me now, I'll sit around for a few hours and
just wonder what to do, I'm now wishing I had a job to keep myself busy, this is
For now I make coffee and watch the morning traffic. I used to sleep. Oh
well, life is work, right?