I Gotta Get Out of This Place

The worst thing about being unemployed is that you have no place to go most of the time, so you end up sitting at home, driving your family crazy and having them do the same to you.  It's kind of like The Shining.  At least I haven't started seeing twin girls in period costume yet.  But I'm not ruling it out.

I'm getting a lot of yardwork done, but that's hardly the sort of thing that inspires bold and beautiful blog posts.  Hang in there, kids.  I'll think of something to say worth reading soon enough.