Its amazing how when you technically have nothing to do you really do nothing. I have nothing to do, but the “technically” means I have various assignments floating around my head that need to get done. Various things ranging from cleaning my room to cleaning the bathroom to writing sketches to writing jokes to doing laundry to paying my 6 month delinquent student loans to filing taxes for 2005.
Things that I maybe just maybe should get done.
I haven’t had what you could call a day job in a long while which is good. Very good. Many of my friends have to assuage their desire to nut kick me when I tell them that. Doesn’t mean i’m confortable at all. I am living check to check. I know there are checks coming, but I don’t know when. That means i can run out of money and not have another check for a month. I still have to get through that month. So i’m perpetually “on the verge” Somethings gonna happen. I just don’t know what or when.
I’ve described it as having planted seeds that haven’t yet grown. If you were a stranger who didn’t know there were seeds there, you’d walk by and think “Why is that black asshole watering dirt? And why is there a patch of dirt in a fluorescent junkyard. How did I end up walking by this junkyard? How did this junkyard become fluorescent? There is pink, yellow and orange everywhere! Where is my son?”
See? Its an indentity crisis for everyone involved.