Yesterday was fun.
I processed a heap of photos from my trip.
I watched Million Dollar Baby and Constantine.
And I resigned my job of four years.
I don't have a new job to go to either.
This newfound freedom presents some interesting possibilities: I could do some writing and photography courses. I could dedicate myself to writing a few longer stories; maybe even a novella about a chain-smoking guy on a drip and his ambulance driving girlfriend. I could travel to exotic locales with my camera and take hundreds of photos. I could get my hands on a beat-up bass and finally get Wolfman Strauss and the Pestilence off the ground. I could get a job. Or I could wander the streets of London putting change into random parking meters.
So, with all of these options swirling around my mind this morning, I chose to spend the first day of my new life in Richmond having a beer by the Thames with Pauline and Damien.
You can't go rushing yourself into these things.