I was having a frisky dream about Anthony Rapp this morning, however the cat woke me up before the Good Stuff® got started. Fucking cat.

So you'd think with all this time off, I'd be a blogging machine, but honestly, there's not much to report. I've been staying up too late, sleeping in, lots of napping and watching endless episodes of Gilmore Girls. So basically, it's my usual weekend routine extended to seven days a week.

Having time off would be much more fun if it weren't missing one small, essential component: income.

I had lunch today with Korina, my fellow laid off coworker. We had El Salvadorian food. It was pretty good and she was kind enough to let me sample her plate.

After lunch I passed the torch to her and gave her the Sign O' the Times.

My Anthony Rapp dream interrupted my regularly scheduled dream about my former place of employment. I've been having a lot of dreams where I am at work and everyone there is perfectly okay that I'm there, but I know I'm not suppose to be there. My desk is empty. My stuff is at home in a box. And yet, everyone there acts like it's normal I should be there.

It's understandable why. We spend so much of our lives at work, that when that's suddenly taken away, it's jarring. There's no closure, even when new employment is found. I had this same kind of dream the first time I was laid off too. Off and on for probably a year.

I've learned something about myself through this lay-off. Compared with the time during my first lay-off, my life has become too centered around work and not enough time centered on non-work things. I fell into this dreadful Time to Make the Donuts pattern of going to work, coming home and then starting over the next day. That's not the guy I used to be and it's not the guy I want to be.

So if anything, new job aside, the BEST thing I've gotten out of this experience is a huge wake up call that I need to round out my life more. Stella needs her groove back. With or without Anthony Rapp.