Day 35 (Sunday)

Drove to #1GF!’s mom’s house to program the memory of her new phone. Went to a state park because even though we felt like laying around the house, #1GF! and I felt obligated to get out and enjoy the sunshine. Went home and cooked a crazy concoction of a pounded chicken breast covered in apple sauce and caramelized onions, then rolled up and wrapped in bacon and baked. It was good, but needed a glaze. Anyone who has a grill is obligated to try it. Watched Netflix’s watch now service until bed time.

Day 36 (Monday)

Wrote a recommendation for a former anonymous co-worker. I then spent the day building a site for my sister, who told me it looked like a hippie threw up.

Day 37 (Tuesday)

I wrote all day and gave up on showering and shaving. I forgot to workout or eat lunch.

Day 38 (Wednesday)

I wrote all day and at least showered before #1GF! got home. I told #1GF! that I loved her over instant message and she immediately called because I never do mushy crap like that. To allay her fears, I told her that I was dying and she went back to work. I went back to writing. Later, she told me that she was worried that I might be depressed because I haven’t left the house in three days and haven’t been eating lunch. That isn’t depression. That’s writing. I only looked depressed because I haven’t shaved in three days. My inside does not match my outside.

Day 39 (Thursday)

I wrote all day again. I also forgot to eat lunch again. I’m pretty happy to be writing all day, but I’m not sure how to rake in the cash from it.

Day 40 (Friday)

Went to lunch with another unemployed coworker and ended up spending four hours sitting in a Chili’s booth. Note to other hobo n00bs: Chilli’s will pretty much let you sit in a booth forever, but will stop giving free refills after a couple of hours. The center differential on Rocket Car was acting up, but after letting the car cool for a few hours the issue went away. Left from lunch to meet eight other ex-coworkers for dinner and a movie. Forgot on several occasions that these guys read this site, and started telling stories that they already knew and was amazed when they seemed to clairvoyantly know events that had been going on in my life. Because most of these guys never saw me outside of work in my thirteen year career, I got told that I dress like a fifteen year old skater. Although I was happy with the company, I wondered how pulled pork, fries, and a crappy movie ran me over $40. Drove home and a car crossed the yellow line into my lane. In the seconds before they swerved back, I pictured the fatal wreck in a news report and wished I told #1GF! I loved her when I talked to her last. When I got home, I never told #1GF! that I loved her lest she think that I was depressed again.

Day 41 (Saturday)

Did a crossword puzzle. Went to the beach with #1GF! and got too cold. Went home and #1GF! watched a terrible Lifetime type movie while I looked up Netflix Watch Now Movies. Went out for Mexican food. Watched more movies and went to bed.

What I learned

• My ex-coworkers do not like the weekly Life of Riley Posts, and want them to stop. They are not shy about this at all.
• For the first time, one of my posts was criticized for being too much like a trade magazine.
• Every post I wrote last week drove more traffic than any other post here. While I’m no internet mogul, I think the internet is addicted to lists.
• I’m addicted to Netflix’s Watch Now service.
• I can write for twelve hours a day and not feel like I missed anything. The first two hours of each day in my old job felt like twelve hours, and made me feel like the world was leaving me behind.
• My normal uniform of Vans, rock t-shirts and cargo shorts may be too young a look for a 35 year old, but I couldn’t care less. It’s like wearing slippers and having all the pockets you could possibly need for frogs, twine, gum, and other crap.
• Digital theaters have an amazing picture, but a crap movie doesn’t make up for it.
• To keep from making a complete mess when pounding chicken flat, wrap it in a sheet of parchment paper. Plastic wrap is ok, but it rips more easily.
• Wrapping food in bacon makes it taste twice as good.
• My sister may work in recycling/reuse, but she will reject anything that has the faint odor of an earthy crunchy hippie.
• Love is thinking about someone when you think you’re going to die in a fiery wreck.

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