It's real. It's my first day of being mostly-unemployed where I have absolutely nothing to do. Actually my first "official" day as a free woman was last Friday and I celebrated by sleeping in and eventually eating a ginormous brunch at around 3pm while watching Working Girl on HBO. Oh, the irony!
But today... it feels strange to have no plans. Well, I do have some plans to go to a dance class and then maybe a UCB show tonight, but the daytime is wide open. I'm realizing "oh yeah, this is that time I said I was going to use to find a new job." Or at least "be productive."
To my credit, I did get up at 9am and took a shower, put on real clothes, and got out of the house. I went to the nearest Starbucks - mainly for free AC and wireless, but also so I could get "focused." (I'm throwing a lot of quotation marks around, I know - imagine them as obnoxious air quotes.)
I came in with the intention of writing... stuff. I was at least going to put together some stuff for the upcoming Moth slams, but I got halfway through a story and stalled. So now I'm the cliche unemployed "artist" sitting in a New York City Starbucks with writer's block. But blogging counts as productivity, right?
At least you can probably expect more blogging from me as I continue to procrastinate adult responsibilities. And more of this:
Good god, someone please give me a writing assignment.