Well, for the first time in the history of this website, I am not employed at the newspaper job. Last night was my last night. Today I am throwing out a bunch of work clothes. I will not miss that job, but I hope that the place is not too unkind to the people I have left behind in the time that they remain employed there (Though I don’t predict a lot of years remaining in that place).

So the question is, “now what?” I’ve got to find a way to pay rent, of course, so I’m pretty much required to start finding some sort of part time thing. I guess that as soon as these holiday things are over, I’m handing out resumes. It’s been a long time since I’ve done that. Anyway, I’m off school until the Seventh of January, so I’ve still got a few weeks where I will have the time to look, though ideally I’ll be able to find something quickly so I will have some time left over before classes that I can get a few things done for the site.

Haiku!

You have to pay rent
or you don’t deserve to live
you witless bastard.

If any rich people and/or wizards are listening, I will again put forth my assurance that I am willing to take up to half your riches. It’s easy to unburden yourself with PDR’s help! Remember that.

Well, I feel I must apologize for destroying art. As shown above, the paintings I made this year are actually hanging in an art gallery. Sorry everybody. Sorry art. Look, they’ve got little things with the names on them and everything:

It’s educational for me, though (and not only because I learned how easy it is to besmirch the concept of art). As for the medium of my works, it turns out that it is “tempera” which does, I admit, sound fancier than Crayola watercolors.

Thanks to Marq for the photos.

I need to make a note of the date here today. It’s an important one. Today, I vomited. I don’t remember the last time I vomited. It was certainly over a decade ago, quite a decent streak, but I didn’t have the date. Now I do. This time I can track how long it is between upchucks.

As soon as I woke up today I was feeling poorly. I immediately noticed a headache so bad I was considering going downstairs to the shops to get some of those pills that they have. I haven’t taken pills for a headache since high school, but this was a real problem. I didn’t make it downstairs. In the washroom it became clear to me that I was going to throw up. And I did. It wasn’t much, but it was vomit for sure. For what it’s worth, I felt better after for what that’s worth. The headache has stuck around, but at a much less immobilizing level.

I do hope my next non-vomit streak is even longer than the last one. It turns out that vomiting is a pretty unpleasant experience. I’m not a fan of it. And that’s… the PDR perspective!