I have a very vivid memory from my childhood of a babysitter dropping me off the parallel bars at the playground. My parents say this never happened. I say they are bad parents for not noticing my gushing head wound. Anyway, it would make sense if it did happen, because it is 2010, the economy is terrible, and today I quit my job with no other job to go to.

"Oh, do not despair, Rachel," you say. "Your job was probably terrible!" Eh. I mean, it wasn't great. But mostly because it required me to sit in an office and work on things I don't care about. You know those coal miners who worked for years in the mines, getting black lung and hating their lives, because they had to support their families? Yeah, that ain't me. Pretty much every day, I think, "UGH WHY CAN'T I JUST BE PAID TO SLEEP OUTSIDE." I don't know if I thought quitting would make this happen, but ... I mean, yeah, I probably did. Hence the likelihood of a past head injury.

Anyway, now I have to tell my roommate that I might not be able to pay her rent for a few of the next five months. Awesome! I'm the best friend ever. Anyway, stay tuned for what happens when you do this. Just watch, the next post will probably be my obituary.