Too much time on my hands...causes a jumbled brain.

[reprobayt]

The day after you lose your job is always weird for me.

Part of me just wants to sleep.
Part of me wants to clean the entire house to keep my mind off it.
Part of me just wants to jump in the car and drive.
Part of me wants to sit in the dark and feel sorry for myself.

Internal conflicts? Naaah.

Explains the restless sleep.

What am I going to do? Dunno. Too many things going chaotic in my life to worry about that today.

I need to make sure that they get my last check right.

Eventually I have to look at bills and debt and such. I need to figure out what I'm going to do next. I need to decide if I'm going to run away for a few days to clear my head.

Apologies to those who are use to coherent thoughts...

...not today.