Ed is on his way to Saskatoon for a wild and crazy insurance convention. I know – I’m jealous too. Think about it! Insurance, a convention, Saskatoon – he gets to have all the fun. I hear the insurance industry has the best swag, too. I brought back MP3 players and computer hardware from CES, but I bet he’ll get pens and coffee mugs and maybe – just maybe – stress release balls. I am SO JEALOUS!

And apparently, too sarcastic for my own good. At least Ed has a job and isn’t some sort of unwashed bum with nothing to do but make fun of The Employed and wait for the postman to show up. It must be nice to actually have a purpose in life.

I am not doing so well. I am getting more and more depressed about my apparently undesirable and useless skill sets and worried that I will never, ever find a job. It does not help that I picked an absolutely lousy time to wean myself off my crazy pills; I have one pill left on the smallest dose possible before I’m off the chemically induced sanity teat. I’ve thought about going to the doctor and asking to up my dosage again, but that would involve taking a shower and going outside and frankly, I’d almost rather be miserable with incredibly intense withdrawal headaches.

Yes, things are just super.