itchy with the crazies

The past few weeks have been, oh, a bit tumultuous. I quit my job, was then offered a part-time position, was then unceremoniously canned and then realized I was fucked. I started classes at a community college and have been fighting the urge to run away screaming. Think of me as Chevy Chase's character Pierce on Community, I'm the old guy that couldn't make it to a university. Awesome. I've been riding my bike and wheeze and hack when faced with the slightest incline. My dogs have somehow all become fat and heinous, I'd like to blame this on all of the tv they watch and soda pop they consume. They're all getting giant hamster wheels or video instruction from Ceasar Milan.

My third week of school and second week of unemployment begin bright and early tomorrow morning. It's going to be cloudy and a brisk thirty degrees. Hold me.