Unemployment Journal, Day 1
12-15-12
“Let the myopia begin.”
It’s 12:54 AM, which means the first day of the rest of my life is officially over. Blessed with the new prestige of a diploma, the energy of youth, [undisclosed amount] in graduation gifts, and the total freedom to go anywhere and do anything, I elected to spend most of the day cleaning my parent’s house and looking for a stream of Homeland that works.
Later I fought with my new iPod app and made a Christmas tree out of packaging material. Meant to see the Hobbit but then was too busy. It was a good day.
Wake Up Time: 12 noon exactly
Total Amount Written: 0 pages
Job Prospects: unknown
Day Status: B minus—adequate with room for improvement.
12-15-12
“Let the myopia begin.”
It’s 12:54 AM, which means the first day of the rest of my life is officially over. Blessed with the new prestige of a diploma, the energy of youth, [undisclosed amount] in graduation gifts, and the total freedom to go anywhere and do anything, I elected to spend most of the day cleaning my parent’s house and looking for a stream of Homeland that works.
Later I fought with my new iPod app and made a Christmas tree out of packaging material. Meant to see the Hobbit but then was too busy. It was a good day.
Wake Up Time: 12 noon exactly
Total Amount Written: 0 pages
Job Prospects: unknown
Day Status: B minus—adequate with room for improvement.
