What's the Point?

If going to work in the past was a struggle, these past couple days have been unbearably difficult. Every morning I wake up and ask myself, "What's the point?" Going into the office and waiting to be laid off, is kind of annoying. I wish it would just happen already so I can move on and devote all my time to what's next. I need to remind myself that the longer I'm here, the longer I'm paid, and that's crucial right now.

I sold a set of bookcases over the weekend and may have another buyer coming my way tonight to purchase some other bookcases (yes, I have many, many bookcases). It's kind of nice to get things out of the house, although it also means that all the contents of said bookcases are now littering my bedroom and living room floors. I'm headed to New York this week to meet with a few contacts and visit with some friends, and after I return, I plan to get more aggressive with my Craigslist posting. My Mom's already called dibs on my couch, which kinda sucks because that's the item I could probably make the most off of. But then I remember that if I find myself jobless and without severance in a few months, I'll be asking much more from my parents than what the couch is worth, and well, that just shuts me right up.

By the way, I bought the sourdough. And three slices later, I realize it was a mistake. Hope it refrigerates well...