When I said that I wasn't going to have an existential crisis this round of unemployment I was naiive, in denial, and high on egg nog latte. Without getting into the gory details I will just say that it's dangerous for me to not make my bed in the morning.

My therapist says that we all need to accept the uncertainty of life. I told her that I refuse...my life is going to be certain. Of what?...I'm still figuring that part out.

It's not that I have a problem working for The Man (in all his various incarnations). It's just that it seems His soul is deteriorating faster than the American dollar is dropping (coincidence?)....and just because you plop a foozeball table in the middle of Corporate America, that doesn't make your company any less corporate or not in America...

After being denied health insurance by four companies for an irregular pap smear (despite perfect health), watching Michael Moore's inspiring and reality-checking "Sicko", and being all but bitch slapped with the words "young and hip" by every would-be employer (seriously, do genuinely "hip" people have to tell you how cool and hip they are?...I think my lady doth protest too much...), I'm ready to pack it in and move to France (any single Frenchmen out there?). Truthfully, at 35, at I'm entitled to some justifiable outrage at the soulless condition of our "democratic" society. If I were 20, you could tell me that I was spoiled undergraduate who doesn't understand the cost of living. But having lived on my own for the past 13 years, I would much rather pay the taxes treat someone else's health condition, than have the extra cash to buy $400 jeans, or whatever crap I'm supposed to want...

I'm unplugging from the Matrix (even while I listen to Journey in Wireless Coffee Shop Land) and it's kind of scary.

Just for today, I can have an existential crisis (even though I said I wouldn't).