killing time like its my job

i'm no good at this unemployment thing. sure, it's given me time to think, reflect, tap my inner yogi, shop, lunch with friends, forget what day it is, nurse some nasty hangovers, wander the streets in this beautiful weather, and relish in a state of general boredom...but it's surprisingly difficult. by tuesday morning i was on the phone with my dad, confessing my anxiety about waking up with nowhere to go. oh, the horror! like a good dad, he was quick to ease my qualms about being temporarily jobless for the first time in 3 years, and reminded me that maybe i should embrace the rare moment in my life that i don't have to work. thanks, daddio.

so we'll see how this goes. i guess, like most new yorkers, i thrive in busyness-- feeling late, rushing to the train, panting as i run back up 3 of the 5 flights to my apartment to retrieve my poor, forgotten cell phone... i love that stuff. and i'm sure, soon, i will be back in that mode. for now, i'm a manhattan meandering, binge blogging, nolita homebody with a whole lot of time on her hands.

and now im watching Hitch and all i want is some rice pudding

One more thing: what's the point of DVR if you don't have to miss what's on tv (a You've Got Mail reference...I can't resist)?