In which I have a lot of time on my hands.

One of the most overwhelming things about being unexpectedly jobless is the sheer volume of unscheduled time that's suddenly dumped in your lap. Readers, if you've ever been laid off, you know what I'm talking about. It turns out that the job you've been going to every day isn't just a source of income; it's the foundation from which you build your day-to-day, and when you take it away, everything else crumbles. The metronome stops ticking. When there's nowhere to go, every step feels purposeless. You wake up, you walk your dog, you buy a coffee, and then, realizing that there is no "and then", you go back to your apartment and stare at the wall and wonder why you got out of bed in the first place.

Yep, that's how it goes.
The first time around, I mean. This time, however -- because I am, apparently, so unlucky and/or generally untalented that I've managed to lose my job twice in the span of a year -- I knew exactly what was coming. And so, with the help of my brother, who is also currently feeling the sting of our loveless and impenetrable economy, I have taken it upon myself to fill the void with VERY IMPORTANT PROJECTS that require GREAT INTELLECTUAL STRENGTH AND STAMINA.

Like, say, gluing googly eyes onto Doritos and using them to make a video.

Yes, we did.