How cute are these little girls?

Something about being unemployed in the summer makes me feel incredibly lazy. I wake up whenever I feel like it, schlep my way to the kitchen to make coffee, then sit and stare at the wall as it's brewing. I mentally try to plan my day, but give up halfway through because, let's face it, I'm just going to sit around and do nothing.

I can't say I'm not enjoying it. If I could just take away the utter lack of purpose, I would try my hand at permanent unemployment...but alas, I don't have it in me to cheat the system.

I've been unemployed for one week and I already find myself trying to hide from the prying eyes of our landlord, who lives right next door. I imagine he is wondering what the hell I am doing home every day, all day. Then I find myself getting defensive about a conversation that has never even existed - "Maybe I'm on vacation! Maybe I just needed a break! Get off my back, Dennis! Jeez, you'll get your rent!"

I may be losing my mind. I should probably get out of the house more often.