Rory and Craig call it Funemployment. I call it quiet. Not having a job is both exciting and frightening and it's most definitely f'ing with my life rhythm. My first 24 hours as no-job-having Patrick meant eating gum for dinner and sleeping fully clothed on the kitchen floor. I can't tell you how many times I've walked into walls or yelled at the mirror for making fun of me. Two days in and I've mostly got my bearings but shit still goes a little Cosby Sweater on me. How different is it these days? I made a list of the new developments in my life over the last 48 hours.