1. “Don’t Be Light (The Hacker Remix)” — Air — Every­body Hertz
2. “Sing Me Span­ish Techno” — The New Pornog­ra­phers — Twin Cin­ema
3. “Will He Like Me” — Barbra Streisand
4. “Funky Big Band” — Janet Jack­son — Janet
5. “Ice Cream” — Sarah McLach­lan — Fum­bling Towards Ecstasy
6. “Headstrong” — 10,000 Mani­acs — Blind Man’s Zoo
7. “Brazil” — Pink Mar­tini — Sym­pa­thique
8. “Je m’ennuie” — Mylene Farmer — Point de suture
9. “Only the Wind” — Pet Shop Boys — Behav­ior
10. “I’m Not Call­ing You a Liar” — Florence and the Machine — Lungs

Today is Day 4 of Funem­ploy­ment 2010. I count Tues­day as the offi­cial Day 1. I’m already a lit­tle bored. I’ve got five toons to level to 80, and cook­books to work my way through, and I’m just all meh about it. In fact, it feels like a vaca­tion. What I said about hav­ing a pur­pose really means some­thing. This job, as much as I strongly despised it, was a pur­pose. I went there every day, did what they asked of me, took home a pay­check, and enjoyed my free time. Now all I have is free time, and I feel like 90 per­cent of my time is under­uti­lized. But then again, it’s only Day 4, and I have to get myself into a routine.

I’m not sleep­ing in. I get up with V, and I stay up after he leaves. I’m man­ag­ing to keep the apart­ment clean and tidy, although the bath­room needs work. Who wants to clean a bath­room, job or not? I’ve got loads of boxes left to sort through, and that rot­ten stor­age to empty out. Ugh. There is plenty to do in the next cou­ple of months. I just have to get past this ini­tial bit of depres­sion, and I’ll be fine. This is what I wanted, remember?

We’re going to see Chelsea Han­dler at the Masonic Cen­ter tonight. That will be a lot of fun. I could use a good laugh. I promise I’m not going to get all mor­bidly depressed and cry in my cereal. It’s not worth it, and I am happy to be out of a sit­u­a­tion I didn’t want in the first place. I know the con­cep­tion about being unem­ployed, and espe­cially “in this econ­omy,” since there are so many oth­ers who are in the same boat and worse, it shouldn’t be such a stigma, but it feels like it still is a stigma to be unem­ployed. At least I can pay my own way. I don’t need to rely on the kind­ness of strangers. I’m sure I’ll get over it.