I'm in my apartment right now. Doing all sorts of things.

-Slowly packing up all my stuff. My current plan is to move home for a bit, which was the result of many factors:
1) I am still broke, and circumstances have prevented me from deciding to continue to live here/seek out a roommate of any sort. Which means an increase in rent wherever I'd go. So screw that for a bit.
2) I probably just should have moved home to begin with, cause I wasn't going to handle the stress of being unemployed/broke and out on my own for the first time. And I didn't. So I guess this is sort of a quasi-restart. Plus I'm getting along with my family well enough that the thought of moving back home sounds kind of cool at the moment.
3) ...I need a car. Cause I'd rather not be limited in a job search by where I'm living and how accessible it is to my bus route.
4) My brothers haven't seen Taxi Driver, so... I'll spend my time there well.

I think the plan is that I'm going to bring a few things home this week, but I'm starting to figure out that I have way too much stuff. Since I technically won't have my own room, I'll have to stuff a bunch of crap in boxes and leave them out in the garage. Except I already have a bunch of crap in boxes. So I'm forced to go through all my boxes and decide what is worth keeping. Except that I'm a pack rat and I can justify keeping pretty much everything. I don't know how I'm able to do this every year or so.

-Trying--and failing--to apply for some jobs. I was able to churn out three applications after a particularly crappy night of work. That felt pretty f'n good. So my logic was that since I was hating work, and I had to work three days in a row after that, I'd be able to channel my frustrations again every night after work and have the most productive week in the history of my life. Which, of course, failed when each work shift somehow turned out to be pleasant. So now I don't know how to motivate myself to keep applying.

What happened that inspired me was that I got tired of some of my boss' BS and sort of publicly conveyed that, which then resulted in him scheduling me for 8 hours this week (8 less than the pothead employee who none of the managers seem to like), and then giving me a "verbal warning"--which then turned into a 2 hour diatribe about how everyone is wrong about the fact that he spends half his time at work taking personal calls. Then the rest of the week I didn't see him at all, and everything was fine.

So... I guess the key is to intentionally be a jackass towards my boss, thus causing more of a strain. Then... you know, I'll be able to channel that negative energy again and get stuff done! Yeah!

I don't know what the hell is wrong with me.

-My roommate and his not-girlfriend girl friend are currently home jamming to Bittersweet Symphony. Or something. I walked out a while ago and they were both shirtless.

*shrugs*

-Trying to decide whether or not I should continue watching this stream of old 1997 WWF shows (yeah, I know... I'm a dork) or turn on another episode of Mad Men. Mad Men has this languid pace to it that I'm really enjoying--not a whole lot happens, but the tradeoff is that you get these complex characters evolving as they go about life. I'd say the stories feel "old school", but of course the only reason I'm saying that is because the show's taking place in the 60s and they casually participate in activities that is now considered socially unacceptable. Plus I'd hate myself if I were to use the phrase "old school"... but still. I'm trying to say that I'm enjoying it.

But of course, on the other hand... you have Bret Hart and Stone Cold beating the crap out of each other while you have matches with people named Flash Funk and The Sultan. Nothing can really top that.

Plus the show was sponsored by Karate Fighters. Those were some of my favorite toys as a kid.