Sam
Being unemployed is actually all it's cracked up to be. I have no responsibilities, whether externally- or self-imposed. My circle of friends is no longer sitting on top of a mountain (or, which is more to the point, kicking rocks off).
And the pack of mad asshole hippie freaks I'm bunking with have taught me to embrace the intolerable vandal squatting in my brain as a part of myself, to be cherished and accepted as one thread in the rich, beautiful tapestry of creation. Everything's fine, Sam. This is fine.