DaturaFae (DharmaChick, Lauren, Lau...) (daturafae) wrote,
DaturaFae (DharmaChick, Lauren, Lau...)

the awkwardness of unemployment

So today is the 22nd day of not working.
So weird. It is hard keeping track of time.
I actually feel more stressed in some ways because I don't feel useful and only dwell on what is not getting done. The lack of a paycheck makes me nervous, too.

I do enjoy the freedom of being able to visit friends during normal hours.
There is still not a ton of free time because every spare minute is focused on planning for nyc.

Josh is napping upstairs. He has been for about 2 hours. I am on his laptop. I'm supposed to be finding more options for housing... instead I am looking at Tori tix and surfing lj. Oh well. I'll get back to the madness in a bit.

He starts work on Monday. Tomorrow he heads over to his friend's house in NY, where he will be staying until we find an apt.
Tonight I am going out for dinner with him and his family and tomorrow the two of us are going out for breakfast before he leaves. I think I've figured out a major factor of my weight gain (in addition to dropping the pill, bleeding for a month or so [yeah, that's still happening], stressing out, and not working...) -- eating at restaurants WAY too often lately.

My mom put my dad and sister on the South Beach diet. My dad has lost 11lbs or so. I think my sister got annoyed by the whole thing and I think she dropped it. She is pretty good at dieting her own way if she wants to anyway. I am a bit tempted to try it for a couple of weeks just to drop the 5 or 6 lbs but I am a bit worried that I'll just gain it back because I eat carb-tasticly (yes, it is a word because I declare that it is).
Or, you know, I could get off my lazy ass and finally get some exercise. I would probably feel a million times better.

Okay, I think it's about time I wake the Josh.
This was supposed to be our nice little day together before he leaves for NY and he already has plans for this evening with his friends.
It's alright, I've enjoyed having some time to myself anyway.

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