Might As Well

I'm typing this from my parent's house, where living really isn't so bad, though for years I've been swearing otherwise.  If it wasn't for the freedom to get fucked up every waking moment that Philadelphia provides, I'd probably still be here.  If I end up not finding a job by the end of the month, this is where I'll be for the next few, probably at my old job, working with John Andrews, not giving a fuck.  I came home yesterday and saw some friends, and to be totally honest, I can't say that I'd be so disappointed in moving back in.  It'd be a huge pain in my ass, but I'd be living for free.  I'm attempting to look on the bright side here.  Difficult, but the sliver of attempt is there.  It's there.