Like a three month bad date

I quit my job this week...submitted my two weeks.

My job there was a long, drawn out, despair-inducing experience. made me feel the same kind of misery that I felt when I used to have to go to football practice. It wasn't really the work...it was being under somebody's thumb. I felt unsafe there, which made me less productive and less enthused about tackling big projects, lest I screw up, or give the appearance of screwing up, and incur wrath.

I think I have a way to pay my bills through the fall. After that, I don't. I mean, I do theoretically, in that I will hopefully find a good paying job that I like (remember, my less-ambitious new personal goal?), but I don't have anything lined up yet..

Maybe I'll start charging people to jiggle my belly. it's fun for me...why shouldn't others enjoy it too?