Day Eighty-Three

The idea that this could be my last week of unemployment has left me somewhat confused. Do I live it up because this is my last week of freedom, and financial security is on its way? Or do I hold back because I really don't know for sure when I'm starting? It's a tricky situation. If I do treat this week like the unemployment equivalent of a bachelor party, and then find out that I'm not starting for another two weeks (or, worse, not starting at all), then I'm going to feel pretty stupid. On the other hand, if I play it safe and stick to my usual semi-ascetic lifestyle, and then find out on Friday that I'm starting Monday, then I'm going to have to cram a whole week of living-it-up-ness into two days. You see the quandary.

Yes, I realize I'm taking good news and turning it into a trivial dilemma. What of it?

On the plus side, I finished the time travel play last night. The full title is going to be The Space-Time Continuum Can Be A Real Bitch Sometimes. I think it's unlikely to win any Tony awards, but that's okay because the only cool thing about the Tonys (to me, anyway) is that Hugh Jackman hosted them this year.